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Death Of A Suicidal Lover
Arm in arm,
Her heart pulses harm,
Like the night his was stolen,
Blood-red, black beneath
Like the starlight, her loveless blood ran cold,
Cutting into the wrists he used to hold
He held the raft
But she grabbed the anchor,
He saw it was his love, the weight that sank her.
The love they'd never show
Look who's still breathing
But you should also know
He's now the one bleeding
'Please take care of her, sir'
Was the last thing you heard me ask,
Just before the surgeon took you out of my life,
If you could hear me right now,
I'd let you know what you had always meant to me
And recite all the pain you took,
And the pain you left me with.