She held a knife
I took it from she
She held a gun
I pointed it down
You tried jumping
And I still caught she
Now she holds a rope
For what am I supposed to do
I yell? Pointless
She was never committing suicide
Just doing homicide
To rip thy heart into shreds
She has accomplished that
Leaving thy heart with nothing but scars
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