"Even the dullest knife can cut you if you don't throw it away"
Your bittersweet words seem to dance around in my head to the melody of my footsteps.
My footsteps that you watched as I walked away this time, not the other way around.
It seems like the era of the "Unchained Melody" has ended, and the revenge of your thoughts have hit you.
For mine of you have dimmed, and gone away.
You always thought you could get what you wanted,
As did I..
And at one point in time I recall you saying
"You won't come, because it's not you in the wedding dress"
Well, you're right. That's not what our plans were..
Your plans were to have me at your every will, and hypnotizing eyes
And then throw me away by the curse of your piercing words..
Judge me not, for I don't judge you.
I never have.
I just knew.I never had to assume... again, I guess I knew...
Maybe the last time you walked away, *should* have been the last.
But you we're too addicted to the burn to walk away. As was I.
You wet like a moth to that flame, darling, and that flame will always burn you.Think of what you have done to me,
For me,
And against me...
Think of how you watched me walk away, for I will never walk to you, never again.
"Love's the funeral of hearts, and a plea for mercy, when Love is a gun. . . Seperating me from you"
