I'm sorry Bella, I truly am.
And so I call, after two rings Horrible, terrified thoughts this voice brings Rosalie walks in, a calm look on her face As she states those words My unbeating, immortal heart breaks

Bella is dead I cannot bring my head Around this agonizing supposed fact I believe that Rosalie, she must be lying If my heart did beat, it would be fluttering like a dove Desperate to know, what did happen to my love?
I call once more, ask for Charlie, and a strangely familiar voice yells "At a funeral!"

I hang up, my mind is numb But I know what to do For my Bella, I cannot live without you And yet,
My plan is set I walk out the door No-one shall stop me, though many may try Goodbye world and hello my Bella.
I know I shall see you soon.
For Bella, this is my New Moon.