It's all in slow motion
And she can't feel any pain.
They surround her on the floor
And it's just so insane.

They put her on a gurney
And an I.V. in her wrist.
I stand back and watch it happen
What caused all of this?

The police file in behind them
They search and find the gun.
They look around and see my face
And ask how it had begun.

A tear runs down my cheek
And they tell me not to cry.
I tell them she wasn't happy
And that she was high.

High on concentration
And I thought that she had lied.
When she had told me
"I'm committing suicide."

I tried to stop her
As she sat down on her bed.
She took the gun, pulled the trigger
From the right side of her head.

They tell me not to worry
That she will be allright.
They tell me to go home now
And get some rest for the night.

I get a call at 2 o'clock
Saying that she died.
As I put down the receiver
I burst into tears and cried.

I watched as they buried her
Six feet into the ground.
All the memories, all the times
Are now under a red dirt mound.
 
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