yuri,yuri,I can’t seem to get that name out of my head.
“sorry like an angel” then he comes right back and stabs me with a arrow . And the night ends I awaken be the songbirds singing. I noticed that the arrow that he had hit me with was not real ,and the pain in my heart is not real. And the shadow of the day always comes. Through this pain my heart doesn’t
mean it is just throbbing it is breaking and making me shake
. I know it will never to be . He is gone.