Left to fall away
Into the dawn of another dead day
Every night I wonder what pulled me through
The answer obvious, for that's what you'd want me to do.
Though I can no longer touch you in our bed
No longer can I dream of us two wed;
I do it all for you.
The knife, the posion, the rope, the gun
All so tempting, but I'm not done
In this life, no not just yet
Wait for me there love,
Behind the sunset.
All these things that pull me through
None for me, I do it for you.
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