Sitting out side
The wind blows my hair
The moons light
Shinning on me
Next to me a knife
Next to me a picture
Of a boy i love
His smile...keeps the knife away
But when the picture was gone
the knife was here
One slit to bleed
Two to smile
A thrid to die
And a fourth to cry
yes a little emo..but what can i say i'm sry thats all =)
