A Knife in my hand

A knife in my hand as the clock strikes 3,
A death wish awaits as she sits beneath the tree,
1, 2, 3 ...
What was that my friend?
Oh no that's just the wind,
A silent thud to the ground,
As she spills her dreams and memories,
I look at her dead sweet smile,
And think ....
Who am I to cut this girl?
Who am I to take her life?
What am I to murder her?
How am I to be forgiven?
A knife in my hand as the clock strikes 4,
Now my blood spills upon the floor ...