Do you recall the night she died
From that broken heart of her's
Caused because to her you lied
And only teased her worse and worse
She could have been alive today
If only you had not kissed her
But now she will not laugh or play
And it is to late for a cure
But, did you even really care
About how her heart was feeling?
Or did you only plan a pair
Up 'til the following morning?
Now no one can hurt her again.
Look at the cuts made by her pen.
REVIEW OR I WILL SHOOT THE BUNNY!
*brings revolver to the head of a cute ickle bunny held in my hand by its ears