Why?
You walk away, far away from my heart
You leave me standing here, all alone here
You must not have been very smart
To leave me here alone, quoting Shakespeare
But yet I walk along this lonely road
Looking left and right, up and down
Waiting for my cherry red blood to have flowed
With my gown torn up and my face in frown
“To be or not to be? That is the question to ask,”
I say out loud to nobody that’s appropriate
I look at the lonely bottle, the flask
Deciding, how to open up Heaven’s gate
Picking it up gently, it’s throwing my life out of whack
I pour it down my throat as the world goes black
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