I am the brokenhearted
Stabbed from behind
Chest ripped wide open
For my soul to die inside
Everytime you think of me
Speak my name or look at me
I hope you feel what I feel
To see the rage I can be
When I see you standing there
Acting perfectly serene
I'll make your life hell
You'll find out what misery really means
Heart clinches, hope you can tell
Prince of Swords killed my hope
Dead ends to endless roads
Finding it hard to move on and cope
Nothing but a damn regret now
Wish I'd never met you
Prince of Swords buries me whole
Everything they said was true about you
Low life shines in deception
How could I be so blind
What a piece of shit
Prince of Swords always lies
A contest entry
- I don't know what to think anymore. by ninja girl 418.
850 points, ended December 30, 2008, 46 entries
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