She lays there crying, dreaming about flying.
She picks up the knife, ready to end her life.
She tightens her fists, ready to end all this.
As tears roll, she starts to feel droll.
She feels numb, why did they call her dumb?
She still, about to take a pill.
He comes in, hopeing she her depression wouldn't win.
He feels dumb, but ready to run.
He lays in lit with her, she's cold and dead.
He thinks " I'm too late, she met her fate."
He takes a knife, wishing she could be his wife.
He thinks to himself "I l’amour you, I wish toi where here to say toi do too."
They both ended there lives. Entering the light they see eachothet, and hold one another tight.