I know I tend to ask too many favors,
But dearest, hear one more request.
Darling take the kitchen knife and kill me.
Do not cry, drive it through my chest!
I see it tremble in your hand.
I hear your silent thoughts.
I watch you drop my last hope
and you tell me you cannot.
The tears fall from our eyes,
soon the sky joins our sorrow.
We wander up the stairs
Let us sleep and kill me tomorrow.
As you awake
You see my hand shake
i hand you the gun
"Pull the trigger 3, 2, 1."
I know I tend to ask too many favors,
but dearest, hear one more request
Take me home for happily ever after.
I know that I can survive Death.
