A heart on a bed, a tear filled cup
The radiant glow of the candles alight
The wind howls all through the night
The ghost of my sister whispers to me
As I count the pills, one, two, three
Three white tablets rest in my palm
I feel sleepy and drowsy, pretty calm
As I fall onto the bed, I picture a beam
A smile, so bright, a glass so clean
All the pictures of my life
Suddenly ended by the strike of a knife!
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