Wednesday, February 25, 2009

dollars

I etch these words
Upon this bill
To tell a tale
Of misery still

It grows inside
And can't be tamed
The girl I loved
I€s the one to blame

She cheated thrice
And broke my heart
Now I lay here
It's a bloody start

She came and went
And took her knife
With just four words
She ended my life.

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