I bet that 25 sleeping pills,
Would be more than enough for him to get his fill.
I bet a few sharp razor blades,
Would allow this tragic scene to slowly fade.
Perhaps all it would take is one silver bullet,
Hand on the trigger and the courage to pull it.
Should his life he end or start?
And whatever happened to his heart?
He loved too much, believe it or not,
He never found this love, but forever it was sought.
Convinced it didn't exist, he supposed he would concede,
Realizing love was not for him, he begins to slowly bleed.
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