This Way

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Our hearts mourn on Tuesday
Our souls weep their tears
We can’t quite describe it
The sadness that leers
The pressure keeps building
Your heart soon will burst
You always keep wondering who will be first
To put the gun to her head and pull in the trigger
Her life lived so simple
But to her it was bigger
Bigger than the power to stay
Bigger than their prayers to not take her away
If she were still here I know what she’d say
Cry no more, it’s better this way.





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