20 nov 2010

Every rose has its thorn.

I know I could have saved our love that night
if I'd known what to say.
Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways.
And now I hear you found somebody new,
and that I never meant that much to you,
and to hear that tears me up inside,
AND TO SEE YOU CUTS ME LIKE A KNIFE.

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