Standing in the kitchen with tears flowing down her face
Holding the sharp knife to her wrist
She thought to herself,
"If he never left and hurt me, then I wouldn't have to do this."
She cried harder and harder with tears washing her mascara down her pale bloody face, asking herself
"What am I about to do?"
She couldn't think, she couldn't imagain,
She fell to the floor on her weak knees, about to slide the knife across her wrist.
She starting asking God, "Why? Why, me?"
She sees everyone else happy, with loves in their lives,
Why does she have to be the only one?
The only one unhappy,
The only one depressed, and miserable,
The only one with hurt, sorrow, tears, and pain
It's so hard to say goodbye to her first love, so she had to do this.
She took one last look at his picture, kissed it goodbye,
And said "Baby I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but I got to do this. Please forgive me. But I can't live with pain, and hurt. You caused this."
She slide the knife across her wrist,
And said one final goodbye to her love in the picture, and gave it one final kiss....."Goodbye, My Love"
