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I take a knife...
To my neck..
And slowly pull it across...
The blood that runs..
From my neck...
Lands softly on the blade...
Sharp as nails...
This blade I hold...
Will lead me to my grave...
But not yet...
Of course...
There's something in the way..
Not a something...
But a someone...
Someone that I love...
He'll watch me die...
Slowly I will...
And he won't even try...
To stop me...
From cutting the blade across my neck...
Until he sees me cry...
Then this blade I hold...
Won't cut my neck...
But stab into my heart...
Which was mean...
And dishonest...
And distrustful...
But as it enters....
Through my chest...
I feel a hand on top of mine..
I look at them...
Eyes with blood...
And it's the face of my lover....
Saying goodbye...
As I die in his arms...
I whisper three more words...
And lose my last breath...
And die in his arms...
And await my burial...
Which will be...
At the park next to him...
And I'll remain in his heart...
As a memory...
Love is but a memory..................