He knocks on the door,

I’m sat on the stair,

I know the news,

He’s about to share.

He follows me,

to my room,

i feel sick,

and full of gloom.

He tells me it’s over,

So i beg and cry,

Proclaiming a love,

I cannot deny.

He says no no,

Don’t do this now,

It’s too late, its over,

We always row

I disagree,

I beg some more,

But before i know it,

He’s out the door.

He walked straight out,

Wandered out of my life,

and that is when…

I picked up the knife.