The riverside, a cliff, none of these would do,,
For, an honest man wanting suicide, needs nothing but the truth.

With his foolish words, he digs a hole, tells her shes a keeper,,
With every noble, honest word, he digs himself down deeper.
What is honest, what is right? The honest man decides
To tell it all, the whole, full truth, with his grave beside.

I wonder if tomorrow, were the true day that I died
would she remember me, for at least the fact that i tried...