you can hurt me
for that feeling of pride
but don't touch a finger
on his beautiful body
it's ok for me to cry daily
but leave him out of this
please don't make him pay
for the foolish deeds i did
seeing him zoned out of life
looking for a sweet escape
breaks my black heart
into five billion sharp pieces
please don't make him pay
it's better for me to suffer
walk through hot stones
than to his eyes leak like pipes
please don't make him pay
every single mistake was mine
i added black to every canvas
hurt to every emotional poem
please don't make him pay
i should've held his hand
in front of the world to see
if only i'd hugged at that moment
gazed into his stary eyes
he wouldn't have took the bullet
