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by Tiffany Jan 28, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
I hear my lover call my name, As he points the gun. I try to get out of the way, But alas, Im too late. I fall to the ground to my death, And wish there was more time. To tell my daughter I loved her, And to tell her everything would be fine. Im starting to fade into the black veil. Where people go and never come back.