When i say love your face is the only thing i see,,,,
and valentins day came when you went away
so what may i do when im alone
do i resort to books where fabels are written
or computers where worlds are made
or to the knife you gave me
should i take the knife into my room
on that lonley night of valentine
and cross it through my heart
down my arm
to my wrist
and slit!
huh!? is this what  you intended?
depression and pain !?
all this time with your fake smiles
i thought you might b real
but no
you are as fake as a DVD
bought in an alley on a night where the moon is not out
next to a drunk hooker who wud fuk for a buk

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