Piece of Me
by Katelin Edge
Take another piece
Slice it, make it bleed
Its whats left of my wistful dreams
And all those sweet memories
(I guess I don't need it anymore.)
I watch that little
piece of me
Withering in death's grip.
Tears are shed and dried for it...
For that little piece of me.
(I guess I didn't need it anymore.)
design ©2001 by Cindy Rosenthal
Piece of Me © 2001 by Katelin Edge