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by Ellie Mar 1, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
She saw her old high school flame And he thought it was a game. To mess up her life By bringing a knife. When he finally apologized She didn't reconize. She became his friend Thought it would never end. Her husband went out for a walk And her high school flame called to talk. They talked for hours Then the day went sour. The time came to ten Her husband had not come back again. As she began to worry She was on the phone in a scurry. She cried herself to sleep And in the morning she called the police. It took them five days To find the remains. Her high school flame Continued the game. He showed up at the funeral And the stares were mutual. As many years past And many things cast. The police had no leads And no one had plead. As the years piled Nothing was filed. Her high school flame called And she balled and balled and balled. He called to admit it But acted like a dim wit. So she called the police And said come please. Her high school flame was arrested She would've never guessed it. He was found guilty But he didn't feel guilty. She saw her old high school flame And he thought it was a game. But when someone gets hurt That just makes in all worse.