Cupid shot me and killed me or might as well have he shot me in the arm , out came my heart,
it's so hard to hide even with long sleeves and that's why I wear so many sweatshirts no matter the weather for the coverage behind the comforting cloth that hides my heart that is on
my sleeve see I know it's there but everyone else doesn't need to .
Cupid shot me again he shot me in the back stabbed in the back once again leaving me with nothing to close the wounds so I improvised when my wounds re open out come roses bathed red in
the blood from my heart That cares too much It puts others before itself so much that She stand silently in the back of her own line so I care for so many people that I never care for her
and that's why I plead for Cupid to put me out of my misery .