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Laying in bed,
Trying to die.
Constantly asking myself, "God, why?"
The tears come,
as I start to cry.
My body gives up,
my soul starts to fly.
Guilt from the lovers that nobody knew,
For heaven a dark day did brew.
Silent but deadly,
and swift with his knife.
Became the true lover,
who took his own life.
Many were going,
why, no one knew.
Soon clouds were snowing,
Cold winter blowing.
The snow was not white.
No it rained down in red.
As the chorus sang out,
and the lovers soul bled.