Pull the trigger and leave the note

Annie was a pretty girl,
Quiet, shy and pale,
Slim face with blue eyes,
Framing black hair veil.

Annie was in love, she was,
With her darling boy,
He was often bad trouble,
But she could not avoid.

They had their up's and downs,
But remained head-over-heels,
Nobody could understand,
What they both feel.

Her boy was moved away,
And she cried so hard for hours,
Sitting in her own tears,
In a field of paper flowers.

Without him, she was lonely,
And so she found a friend,
His name was Vicken,
And he cheered her up no end.

One day Vicken kissed her,
And poor Annie kissed him back,
Then her boy came home again,
And everything went black.

Her boy saw them kissing,
And he ran into the road,
He screamed and cried blindly,
Following a feud.

The car hit her boy so hard,
He tragically passed away,
And Annie found she couldn't breath,
She couldn't find a way.

Her family tried to cheer her up,
But it never, ever worked,
The happy smiling girl was gone,
The shadow always lurked.

Annie wanted to see her boy,
And death seemed the only way,
She slit and slit and slit,
In the bathroom every day.

One day she took a gun to her head,
And she pulled the trigger,
You can imagine what happened,
Her boy's death really hit her.

Her family found her suicide note,
Tucked up with a picture,
Of her and her boy,
The image blurred and flickered.

' Goodnight, my life, please pass away,
Let my immortality live long,
And let my kisses to him,
Ring like a bird song.'

' My tears drowned my happiness,
I drowned into pictures of him,
Goodnight, my life, please pass away,
Let it not shine, just dim.'