She walks down the street with tears in her eyes,
He’ll never know what it feels like,
That heart breaking guy,
And she wonders and wonders why,
She just cant seem to say goodbye,
She still loves him,
But honestly, its not worth it, to try.
So she stands atop a stool,
Under a tree, next to her pool,
The rope that hangs could be evidence,
To this poor girl, people have been cruel,
And she takes a big leap,
And weeps and weeps,
But now she is silent,
This poor girl, is asleep.
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