Your Love, by Krysta Cash |
Your love killed me, Drowned me in tears, Smothered me in regret, Stabbed my heart with good-bye, Blew my brains out with hatred, Slit my throat with guilt, You killed me, Not with hate, Not with good-bye. But killed me with love, Your love. |
Posted: 2013-04-16 20:48:38 UTC |
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