Life, But Ends...
A single flower,
A single life
Trying not
To cross this knife.
A single verse
Of a single song
Three small words
Can go so wrong.
I wrote this note
To say good bye
Trying so hard
Just to not cry.
Everything
Had seemed so right
Nothing was wrong
And all was bright;
But you just stood there,
As my tears were shed
So maybe you'll know
Why this gun's to my head.
A rotting flower
No longer one life
Because of you
My throat crossed this knife.
A single life
Trying not
To cross this knife.
A single verse
Of a single song
Three small words
Can go so wrong.
I wrote this note
To say good bye
Trying so hard
Just to not cry.
Everything
Had seemed so right
Nothing was wrong
And all was bright;
But you just stood there,
As my tears were shed
So maybe you'll know
Why this gun's to my head.
A rotting flower
No longer one life
Because of you
My throat crossed this knife.