Every word from her is a dagger.
I've got to choose one, now or never.
Should I stay in bloody hell?
Or live in hatred no one can tell?
Her eyes glared at me loke a sharp sword.
It's so intense, I can't tell a word.
I knew she already felt hatred.
And I just left its fire to be fed.
Her tears told me of what I've done
In the battle on which I have won.
I can hear her brown eyes whispering,
"I hate you," the words kept me crying.
