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I'll wear your sin
as a fasion statement
making it right for people to hate me
I'll pull this off
as the latest trend
while you claim
to be my only friend
saying you love me
only in the dark
out in the open
you only break my heart
stealing glances
when shes not around
taking chances
trying not to make a sound
its hard to hide
when I love you so much
so for every tear, I make a cut
empty promises
chased with empty lies
broken hearts
hidden with broken smiles
it will be allright
or so thyey will say
but what if alright
is to far away
what if our happieness
will never be told
what if I never have you to hold
burn all the pages
that were never written
go back in time
before I was love-stricken
I dont want this
it makes my heart sore
the gun whispers to me
"not anymore"
lovers suicide
She knew it when she met him
from that very first time
they were ment to be together
there wasnt a doubt in her mind
from the first words that he spoke
she could hear it in his voice
she knew he felt the same way
it was a given not by choice
immediatly they were together
the couple that everyone knew
there was an instant connection
and their and friends and family could feel it too
people said it would'nt work
because they came from different
places but their love was everlasting
you could see it in their faces
their parents saw it differently
forbidding it to start
but their feelings were so strong
they couldnt keep them apart
their parents went through everything
thinking it could'nt last
judging by accidents
with relationships in the past
it was like they had known forever
this relationship was right
to him she was his princess
and to her he was her knight
and then they were finally sepperated
both of the hearts were torn
it felt like taking the petals of a rose
and being pricked by a thorn
they found a way to be together
seceretly meeting late at night
making love untill the sun rose
holding each other tight
finally they came to realise
this was no way to live
seceretly loving your soul mate
was more effort than they could give
one night they went together
bringing along a knife
kissing eachother good bye
and taking each others life
the plunging of the knife
stood for sacrifices they were making
and the pouring of their blood
was for the measures they were taking
they held each other tightly
as they watched eachother die
but they knew that this was better
than living a lie
hours later they were found
no one knowing just why they died
but stories are going round
of a lovers suicide.
