Written on 7/21/05
Cupid’s arrows didn’t miss, they hit me like a dart.
He shot at me over and over again, he punctured my only heart.
But he must have missed you, because you didn’t fall.
Unlike me, you felt nothing at all.
Now all I do is cry so much, I’m drowning in my tears.
Maybe it would be better that way. Not having you is my only fear.
For now I am just leaking, through these holes with blood.
The last knife that’s in my heart, will let everyone know I died for love.