A Brutal Crime

Ten different pills thrown over the table
She cant think of anything, cant even be stable
Her hands are shaking wild
Memories of her past Memories of a child


Remembering 18 winters that passed her by
Remebering everything when she said goodbye


On her palm layed all the pills
she is still shaking, cant stand still
closed her eyes
she put it all down her throat, she sees double
thinking she would die
thinking she would get rid of all the trouble


falling to the ground
the earth is moving around
she opens her eyes to a different view
surrounded by people and now she knew
death isnt her fate
tears of anger run down her face


a man dressed in white
adressed the fact that the case is wide
her heart can stop any time in life


she knew
her days in this world are few
shall i die or stay
if i stay 
would it be a month or a day


she looked in his eyes
the room next to her
playing the piano 
a tune of happiness, a tune of lies


he looked at her
caught her by the hand
he said lets go
she asked him where
he said now you'll understand


a month passed away
now wats left 
another month or a day?


take me to the sea
the place i throw my worries
they sat under a tree
she thought they should hurry


his lips found her
it seemed like forever
she suddenly looked to the other side
something was wrong she cant hide


her heart skipped a beat
she falls to the ground
the sunset and the heat
everything moves around


he goes down 
he says please hang on
she says am sorry i let you down
i wish i would have met you before
she closes her eyes, her hands hit the floor


a tear falls down from the boys eyes
he checks the pulse, now he knew tht she died
why do we find the right one at the wrong time
is that why they call suicde, a brutal crime?