I sit and ponder my way of life.
Weilding my steel hari-kiri knife.
My love claims she has no affection,
Putting me down thes dark Direction.
The knife sinks deep into my soul.
A broken heart has me out of control.
I sit and bleed on to my hands,
love is love and no one understands.
I dropped the knife onto the floor,
as someone knocked and opened the door.
My love stands and looks at me,
She came and put her arm around my head,
As my wound softly, softly bled.
Rolling down her face was a tear,
As she leaned over to whisper in my ear.
She said " I love you and always will"
I fell to the ground and looked in her eyes,
And suddenly to my gread suprise,
Just before everything went black,
I saw the knife go through her back.