Suicide Lovers

What Do I tend to know?

Nothing, life is but a show.

I notice the smiles on the face of the dead

Their sorrow they once knew is gone and said.

The life of two suicide lovers?

Well, it was all just a cover

Sometimes I dream of them,

As they swallowed those pills, and laid in bed.

Hell is where they met,

Heaven, is where they were sent.

I'll waist my life,

Staring at the knife.

Then the suicide lovers invade my head.

Again, and again, and again.