She's a whore

But... your wounds stills the same?

Do not ask me to put a tourniquet...

Let it rot

Let it rot

Will you bleed as much as my nails scratch you?

Would you die sooner as the sun fade to me?

And would my tears get dryed till your body sink in the kitchen's floor

while I drop the stained knife?

I should not scream as the sin is mine

I'm completly responsible of the droped body

Cause I've wished it to be

I'm setting your regreats under my feet

And the void of you... throught my heart

Thinking of what to play after my cigarret breaks

And tempted to feel better sooner then I thought

But let it rot

Let it rot

Now, at the first time and while I see you

I break my curious instinct

And stand my shoe's drill at your frightened face

"That was the last time you've hited me" - I thought

I'm not a murder ... I apologyze myself

This must no to be me!

And not.... to be.... he.

By Fil-t guy