I want my love,
I want to my life,
Why can't I put down this knife?
I will not use it though I've tired.
I just can't commit suicide.
Life's to precious, each passing day,
Even since you went away.
I lay alone in our bed,
Wishing that I was dead.
But just because this crosses my mind,
Doesn't mean I'll unwind.
It's just a feeling that shall pass,
But my hopes and dreams are like broken glass.
Every night I just want to hurl.
I miss her this beautiful girl.
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