Hey, Murderer
You're a big part of me,
I bet you know that.
And this thing wasn't easy--
I hope this pain wouldn't last.
Every word you say about me,
Creates a big impact.
And the day you told me I'm not that pretty,
Left a hole here-- inside my heart.
You even told me, face to face--
That I'm no good.
I didn't know you're that heartless.
I shouldn't have loved you, if I could.
Baby, don't you know,
your words are knives?
They could kill me now,
And everyone would think it's suicide.
