The one we love has gone away
Away to the place she chose to stay
Now here we are suffering it all
All she had to was call
Say she was troubled
Say she needed a call
We would of been there to catch her when she falls
But she wrote a note
Took the pills
And swallowed them as much as she could
We ran up stairs
Screamed into her face
Asking her why
How could she do this
Why was it happening
We love her
We do love her
Love her as much as we could
But that wasn't enough
Not enough for her
We'll never know what she wanted
We'll never know what she needed
But we know that it wasn't enough
Love not enough
Prayers out of luck
No condition could name this
Only if someone could save it
But save it no one could
The “purest” musician has lost her flute
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Author:
francis (
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- Published: July 31st, 2019 20:02
- Category: Sad
- Views: 11
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