- he said he loved me, I said i loved him but every time i looked at him it was another's face i saw and every time he looked at me he seemed to look through me, we hide our pain and hide it in each other. Maybe thats why 4 years later i wake up next to him every morning, always seeing another's face and imagining a different reality better than the one presented to me by cruel fate. Maybe thats why that one night I ran away and found myself where I first meet you and found myself staring unbelievably and undeniably at your grave. Engraved on it were the words: "not being able to stand to see his love happy in the arms of another ended his own life. may your soul rest in peace".... Thats probably why i took up that knife that day and days afterwards then eventualy cut somewhere other than my wrists. if i had the choice i would have stayed with you had i not seen you willingly kiss that girl then drag her to the nearest closet it didn't help any when you and she had different stories and untruthful allibies So who's the bad guy now?
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