I always wonder,
Is it worth my time,
To think about her?
Or should I wish my death in my dreams,
Since I remember the knife so clearly,
Giving its perfect treatment,
Wish it fully worked,
Which I didn\'t want to,
Cause her love kept me sane,
But know it makes me insane,
Like a Romeo without a Juliet,
And a Juliet without a Romeo,
They both looked into each other\'s eyes,
And knew
It was real fake love.