His love is all you ever needed,
your heart is what he wanted.
To take it , To break it, To shake it , To bake it.
To make it in to art,
To "fix" what others did.
To shake the feelings,
to show you what it means to break it he'll punch a wall and blame it on an arguement.
Don't make it like he's your first , and last.
You'll see, he'll be the reason why your sad.
Don't let him write in pen,
he'll write and write in red,
he'll spill your blood all over the pages,
showing no words to your affections.
Don't make him your first,
he's not worth your words,
nor your crys,
nor your blood...
Spilled On The Pages.