He Was Lying On The Ground Dead
The Earth Was Covered With The Blood He Had Shed
His Face Was A Cadaver, With Only A Sad Expression
His Fingers Were Clumped Around A Piece Of Paper
Around Him Lay A Few Remnants Of A Present
With A Card On Love, Something So Pleasant
There Were Two Words That Shone In The Dark Night
-Å—i-‘m Sorry- Was Written With Might
But, The Words Slowly Disappeared
As The Red Paint Marked Its Path
Down From His Head, And Into The Ground
Where, In A Few Days, He Would Lie Sound
The Young Man Had A Story Of His Own
One Of Tears, To Which Everyone Was Prone
He Had A Dissent With His Love
One, That Had Unfortunately Led To Nothing But Pain
And Now, The Day, He Had Gone To Apologize
God Had Taken Him Away Before The Blissful Moment
When He Would Finally, Finally, Hold His Girl
And, As I Watched Them Take Him Away,
I Could Do Nothing But Sob
For-Â…i Was His Girlfriend-Â…