• Is it okay to say I'm not thinking like that
    That I'm not writing the truth
    When I left you that note
    Tucked it into your favorite pocket
    And secretly walked away
    To look down, over that lonely edge
    Just to see the beautiful crimson
    Flowing like a river so close to me
    In my hopes of a better day
    I jumped the cliff, bit my veins with pain
    Drank of the forbidden cup
    And tasted that sacred fruit
    Spoke the words no one would ever say
    "Good bye my loved ones. The sadness,
    Well, it's going to go away."