It's the curve of her smile that has got you weak at the knees, Even the sight of her is intoxicating for you to try to breathe, Just remember that it's an infatuation and not as you please, Out she brings her silver sharpened sword from it's sheathe,
With a quick flick of her wrist out comes your heart, Splatter of red cover the room and her sword, Little do you know she's tearing you apart, There goes that so-called girl you adored,
Let her try to fix you even if it's too late, Tell her you love her as she begins to cry, Even if she's cracked your armours plate, Comfort her before you say, goodbye.
When someone likes you, you begin to like them back, But when it comes down to whether it is love, it all just fades to black.
