Amy's Sorrow

She convinced herself, no more she could laugh

She laid in the water that filled up the bath

Then she...

Held tight the razor, while clenching her fists

Then sliced at the veins of her lilly white wrists

She stared at the ceiling, the water turned red 

Needing the silence she submerged her head

Her last breathe just bubbles, before she lay still

The water her death bed began to then chill

The phone was a ringin' as if it were fate

A message was left saying he would be late

She'd known of his secret, She'd heard all his lies

When he came home he could look in her eyes

Then he would know...  Of Amy's sorrow
He would know... Of Amy's sorrow