This is a story about a girl
Who loved a little to much
But lest always in touch with her emotions
Never daunted by the hollow figures of her imaginations
And yet crying over a table half-died
She was the "one" to him, his all and everything
He would buy her roses and take her on journeys
And they would play around, even intimately
But her life was a dream just ending
See she had many secret plans
Secret admires, lovers and friends
She made choices and decisions she couldn't carry
While, they became heavy lies she hide with fake truths
And with them came the proof
A man who loved a women who loved other men
Who when wasn't good enough she'd use now and then
Enraged at the lost of his everything, he lunged out a fury
In a matter of seconds, after the screaming dissipated
she found herself on a table barley living
While bruised and bleeding she watched him laughing
As he grabs the knife and strikes her
She releases one last breath saying "I' am sorry"
