Pour Innocent Soul
He stood with a knife
Half dead, half alive
She waited for his call
Her love for him
This is the beginning
Of the guy who had it all
And all had never lived
Empty in neglect
Hardened by dispear
All the defects
She never asked for more
She always wanted him
He never knew he had everything
This is the beginning
When his life turned dim
True love was the name
They glowed, holding eachother
He realized he never wanted everything
He always wanted the simple.
He stroked his knife against his neck
That’s the night heaven became heck
He spilt his torn soul
She new nothing more
He new it all
She wanted him for him
He spilt his torn soul
*C.L*
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