It isn't fair,
It isn't right,
These things don't happen,
You say with spite.
You close your eyes,
You bow your head,
You wonder why,
You're not dead.
Where there is one,
There once was two,
You start to cry,
Asking yourself what to do.
With one quick decision,
On that very night,
You grab the knife,
With all your might.
You hold your breath,
You see the scythe,
Then thats it,
You end your life. |