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Her Suicide

I hear a knock on the window, yet there's no one there Knocking, steady knocking, and it gets so hard to bear And sometimes there is nothing, til I feel a gust of wind Ever subtle, ever slightly, but I know from deep within You are still here, even if it's only when I close my eyes You will join me in my dreams, even if I wake up to my cries And I hope against hope there's really a heaven for all And I pray for the soul of the girl who did fall My own hurt is something that may never be filled Dying inside cause I miss you still If I could go back, I'd tell you the friend that you were The best of the best, now it's all a blur I can't help but think of what is our end Getting so hard to try and pretend That you are still here, soon you will call And this is a bad dream that never happened at all Though I know in my heart this could never be true I hope when I hear the knock on my window it's you Reaching out somehow from somewhere above Still remembering the friendship, the memories, the love

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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