My eyes watch you ease your way to his side
Slowly, effortlessly placing a knife in myhand
You, you never, never broke the skin,
it was me who held the blade as I pushed it through
my spine, and now I pull it from the wound as it gasps
for air, leaving me to wonder why do I do this to myself,
loving every second spent standing by your side,
this moment makes me feel alive yet the blood still
stains my hands, I can't stand to watch you watching
him, it's not your fault for feeling strong for someone
else, it's my fault for hoping to someday hold you
hand, your not to blame for my blood when
I tear myself open over and over again,
you've had all my attention for weeks now,
but it loks like your attention has been focused on
him, lucky guy, you know how I feel and for now I'll
just watch you walk away with him,
am I wasting my time with these feelings?
it felt so good to assume you felt the same,
heaven maybe, no more, my eyes wtached you ease your
way to his side, slowly, effortlessly placing a knife
in my hand, I'm so tired of stabbing myself in the
back with these feelings unreturned,
it's not your fault, I just can't get over you and
wake up from a euphoric dream where we're walking hand
in hand... your beautiful in every way to me... I'm sorry...