Just a suspicion
But you jump for the freefall
The river’s unlucky though
And your hand is a weak one

She falls for him
And leaves you in the dust
And you curse the winds
And you crush your heart
And you smother the hope

And you watch her be happy with him.

No more he said.
The glint of the blade,
The spill of the red
The last sigh of the dead
And there she was laid.
And there she stayed.