most start with blood
start with pain
end with death
but one starts with love
the love i have for you
but the pressure in which it is hard to show you
but there does contain pain
the pain i have conflicted upon myself
for all of my confusion people say things about you that hurts me
though i can not get mad
not at you
it is strange, yes
there have been many times
where i would have screamed
would have glared
but i couldn't
i cant
i love you and now i know the truth
and have forgiven and now forget
but the scars on my body wont disapear
3 times have i hurt
as the time does go by they will heal
as long as you follow me through
you will as hopefully
i love you