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She asked me a question
At her dads got back her favorite Place
hair still soaking wet from the beach
Doesn’t look at ease like normally
Silent till she said she has a question
That Had me thinking universe over
She said I'm might be drunk
But my minds all made up
that’s when I asked her
Why would you want to end your life
Told me If it doesn't happen tonight,
it'll happen another time,
Can you make it look like a murder
So I won't be judged
by the people that I love
And when god comes a knocking
I'll tell him what happened
Say it was a favor
You helped
You’re my savior
when your final day comes
I can return the favor
I just wanna end this,
silent fight
My god, you know he won't
let me pass gates,
if I end my fate
Other than tanning,
hell isn’t a good fit for me
she joked to make me feel better
And Convinced me
I shouldn’t have let her
We hold hands walking Upstairs
I prep the bathroom
Testing water for the perfect temp
Thoughts rush through my head
the tubs full as the door pulls
She’s wearing the Same two piece
from this morning
I started crying With early mourning
I love her so much
So afraid of life without her
My words stutter to convince her
She shut me up with a last kiss
Then Took my hands to her neck
Now she’s in the bathtub
Head under the water
I read her lips past the bubbles
her last words were I love you
Can you make it look like a murder
So I won't be judged
by the people that I love
And when god comes a knocking
I'll tell him what happened
Say it was a favor
You helped
You’re her savior
when your final day comes
I can return the favor
Didnt want time to move because now
I’m here dressed in black
sharing memories With her family
Looking at her face
that peaks from the box
As the pastor speaks
Her Memory Colors the sky
Her laugh echoes from
somewhere up high
I see Her everywhere
I see her above the casket
She’s Thanking me
And finally happy
i feel selfish To pray
for her to come back down
From her cloud for a last kiss
hair still soaking wet from the beach
Doesn’t look at ease like normally
Silent till she said she has a question
That Had me thinking universe over
She said I'm might be drunk
But my minds all made up
that’s when I asked her
Why would you want to end your life
Told me If it doesn't happen tonight,
it'll happen another time,
Can you make it look like a murder
So I won't be judged
by the people that I love
And when god comes a knocking
I'll tell him what happened
Say it was a favor
You helped
You’re my savior
when your final day comes
I can return the favor
I just wanna end this,
silent fight
My god, you know he won't
let me pass gates,
if I end my fate
Other than tanning,
hell isn’t a good fit for me
she joked to make me feel better
And Convinced me
I shouldn’t have let her
We hold hands walking Upstairs
I prep the bathroom
Testing water for the perfect temp
Thoughts rush through my head
the tubs full as the door pulls
She’s wearing the Same two piece
from this morning
I started crying With early mourning
I love her so much
So afraid of life without her
My words stutter to convince her
She shut me up with a last kiss
Then Took my hands to her neck
Now she’s in the bathtub
Head under the water
I read her lips past the bubbles
her last words were I love you
Can you make it look like a murder
So I won't be judged
by the people that I love
And when god comes a knocking
I'll tell him what happened
Say it was a favor
You helped
You’re her savior
when your final day comes
I can return the favor
Didnt want time to move because now
I’m here dressed in black
sharing memories With her family
Looking at her face
that peaks from the box
As the pastor speaks
Her Memory Colors the sky
Her laugh echoes from
somewhere up high
I see Her everywhere
I see her above the casket
She’s Thanking me
And finally happy
i feel selfish To pray
for her to come back down
From her cloud for a last kiss
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