You had me on my knees,
begging god please, to send you back to me.
It took you years to come to your sences,
excaping all those guards, and jumping all those fences.
After all those years past, your still the one i love.
Although through all those years all you did was push and shove.
When you come back all you'll find is a single black rose.
You'll be wishing i was there, but you'll only find my ghost.
You look into the portal of hell and see yourself burn.
You imagine me next to you, hopeing ill return.
In a couple of days you know i'll come back.
Just putting all those painfull memories, in my little black sack.
Soon we'll be all alone.
Living in our very own home.
We'll pretend like everything is fine.
Sitting there drinking our wine.
The truth will be told soon.
Hopefully before the next full moon.
*~Dedicated to William Miller~*
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