My Heart
On that day,
50 years ago,
Kikyo you killed me,
Your arrow went right through me,
It went straight through my heart,
And even though it is no longer there,
The pain still remains the same,
It is always there,
It does get worse from time to time,
But it hurts the most when I see your face,
So cold and lonely,
Full of hate,
That's all I see,
Why Kikyo?
Why do you hate me?
I love you,
I ask myself this question everyday,
Why Kikyo?
But it is never answered,
Someday I hope it will be,
So this pain will leave,
And I will get rid of this wound,
That your arrow made in my heart.
On that day,
50 years ago,
Kikyo you killed me,
Your arrow went right through me,
It went straight through my heart,
And even though it is no longer there,
The pain still remains the same,
It is always there,
It does get worse from time to time,
But it hurts the most when I see your face,
So cold and lonely,
Full of hate,
That's all I see,
Why Kikyo?
Why do you hate me?
I love you,
I ask myself this question everyday,
Why Kikyo?
But it is never answered,
Someday I hope it will be,
So this pain will leave,
And I will get rid of this wound,
That your arrow made in my heart.