Why doesn’t anyone understand,
why doesn’t anyone believe?
Don’t they know that it’s real,
why can’t this, they conceive.
Our love is true and pure,
not something that is fake.
It’s just as real as we are,
and so is my ache.
Why did God do this,
take her from me?
I still love her,
but now there is no we.
Everyone says I don’t hurt,
and that it’s all in my head.
They say our love was imagined,
I wish I was dead.
Pain is all that I am,
now that she is gone.
I can’t stand to live,
I don’t want to go on.
Our love is real,
it still lives though she’s not here.
And without her I now decide,
to forget about my fear.
I am all alone,
with no one in this place.
The only one that mattered,
now has a lifeless face.
I now go to her funeral,
one last time I kiss her lips, as I swoon.
I whisper in her ear,
that we’ll be together again very soon.
When I’m all alone,
I prepare myself to die.
So that I can be with my love,
and as angels we can fly.
I know that I’ll be to afraid,
to cut at my wrist.
So I grip the knife with both hands,
and look into the mist.
I take one final breath,
to whisper I love you.
And then the knife plunges through my heart,
I’m dying and there’s nothing anyone can do.
Tears of joy come flowing from my eyes,
as I ignore the pain.
Soon I’ll be with my love,
and walking through the rain.
I raise my sightless eyes,
to the heavens above.
And in my mind I say,
here I come my love.
My lifeless body falls to the ground,
with no one there to see.
I told them our love was real,
and it set me free.
