The knife sank in, turning my shirt crimson red
The words spilling from his mouth like an incurable disease and spread
My jaw was locked and set and all I could was listen
When I what I really wanted to do was bash his face in
How could he not know me after so long?
How could his impression of me be so terribly wrong?
But as I sit there the knife keeps turning
And the tears in my eyes keep burning
- Title: Murder by N. J.
- Artist: nj_011
- Description: basiced on a personal experience
- Date: 03/03/2009
- Tags: murder