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
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