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True Love
You sit there in the corner Counting the days since I have gone Wishing you were with me. I sit here in the corner Counting the days since I left Wishing I was with you. You say you can’t take it anymore So you get up and go into the bathroom And pick up a bottle of pills with out a label. I can’t take it , not being with you, I get up and go out the front door And start down the road I start to get a panic feeling That engulfs my whole body I start to run faster and faster. I get to your house And run inside to your bedroom And see you weren’t there And then notice that the bathroom door Was shut, still feeling panic. I open the door to find You lying on the in a puddle of blood Where you had fallen and hit your head. I ran out screaming and Call 911 and tell them what has happened. The doctors said that you had taken a blow To the head and may not live. I sat down next to your motionless body And laid my head down upon your chest And listened to the beat of your heart. I tell you that I love you And that I was sorry And that I need you. I start to sing As tears slowly run down my cheeks, Like rain off leaves. When I wake the next morning To find you smiling down at me.
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