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by Mpho Lebohang Mokhele Jan 26, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
He was going on a trip His bands name was the flip Every time they went on shows He'd kiss his girlfriend right on her nose "I'll be back honey" That�s what he said As he packed his suitcase Made of wood and lead They went from town to town And city to city He'd never loose it He always stayed witty And even though he was in the light And he could never be brighter He never forgot his girl The one that rocked his world He flew like a bird But never lost his wings He never forgot where he started And where it all begins Till one day he returned Like most birds do He wanted to see his lover And finally make her say 'I do' But then he met his horror When the woman of his dreams Layed in the arms of a stranger Instead of his He secluded himself Cause all he had been... Himself And it was himself That he wanted to get rid of Till one day He said "it's the day" When he did it He took it all away He got his revolver And thought it's his solver Of many problems ahead And then sat on his bed He loaded his gun And recited one line "If love beith with me... Wouldn't I be happy?" Which ended in a loud sound? Much like clapping.