My love, my love what have you done?
You’ve killed your darling lover
With raging lips and steely grip
You took her to the steps and shoved her!
My dear, my dear what have we here?
You miss your baby girl
Sleeping in your lonely bed
Thoughts of her dance through your head
You reach for her but find she’s dead
And round and round thoughts swirl and twirl
All about your baby girl.
My love, my love what have you done?
You’ve taken all your pills
And chased them down then slit your wrists
As the bathtub slowly fills.
My dear, my dear what have we here?
You’re filled with sweet regret
Looking at the corpse that lays
Collecting dust throughout the days
Eyes wide open start to glaze
Sobs erupt, and you don’t forget
That killing her you now regret.
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