My Loves Goodby
My Blood is hot like the summer sun
sitting on this cliff edge this is where
it began with bottle of pills and an knife
As the water flow past below my feet
I cried in defeat "Why is this happening to me"
and as I said goodbye a voice came calling
to me say "My dear do not worry for life is tough
but you can win so please drop the knife"
As I sit her now looking at the sea wondering
what could of been if I do not hear my
love calling for me to stay for today its
nine years of those memories of my past that can
no longer hurt me
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