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My eyes sting, from the tears,
Tears I’ve cried, for many years.
Years I’ve spent, loving you,
And only hoping, you’d love me too.

My heart is torn, from the pain,
Pain I’ve felt, again and again.
My wrists are seeping, floods of red,
The gun is cold, against my head.
Bang, I fall down to the floor,
I hear my mother, at the door.
I can hear her crying, I feel her tears,
This has always been, one of my fears.

My fear of dying, of losing you,
Has shaped my fate, what was I to do.
I hear a siren, I’m taken away,
I will never live, to see another day.
I see you standing, beside my bed,
I see your hands, holding my head.
Today is the day, you watched me die,
And now, from my grave, I see you cry.