When we lost you it was a rainy day like the world was crying
It didn't matter to her that you were dying
when i heard her talking about you in her special way that always seemed to make people mad i couldn't stop the crying.
she pressed on as if this was the way she dealt with her problems
soon you were dead then, she tried to be my friend,
so don't be mad if i don't care for the woman you loved for so long,
because with that beautiful kitchen knife you gave her for her birthday, she punctured your lung.
