While You Copy What The Teacher Wrote.
Im Busy Writting My Suiside Note.
With My Hidden Tears And Secret Smiles.
Boy When I See You It Takes Me, Miles
With My Pen In Hand Writting My Last Line.
Famous Last Words And My Name I Sighn.
Writting The P.S To Tell You I Care.
Wishing Only That You Could Be There.
For When I Hang That Rope On My Head.
Praying That Soon I Would Be Dead.
Too Bad I Had To End My Story.
Before You Got To Say Your Sorry.
But Its Too Late To Turn Back Now.
Even If I Could I Dont Know How.
But Before I Could Finish My Suiside Note.
You Looked Over Your Shoulder And Saw What I Wrote.
You Put Your Hand On My Arm And Whispered Words.
I Crumpeled The Note For ‘ Sorry’ I Heard
You Told Me Then Three Simple Things I Love You.
After That I Didnt Need The Note.
Or Hang My Head In A Suiside Rope.
Because To Me There Were Only Two Things.
First Was You.
And Second Was Me