Suicde.

He came home from the war, to see his soon to be wife to kiss her lips

Can’t wait to see her smile when I walk through those doors

He walks in, drops his bags on the ground and walks upstairs

But only to see her in bed with the other boy

He runs out and rides away with tears in his eyes, how could she have done this

Did she not know he love her, he loves her to death

Now for the rest of his life he tries to forget about her, cause she’s nothing to him

If she really loved him, she’d never do this, she’d never hurt him

All he does now is drink, his favorite whiskey

Starts hurting more each day, she hasn’t left his mind

So he goes upstairs and finds a rope and decides the time has come

Takes a pen and paper, starts writing all his sorries, all his pain from his heart

Starts to cry so hard, he is taking a chance once he does he doesn’t come back

Gets the chair, grabs the rope and ties it the ceiling

Gets up on the chair, puts the loop round his neck and says one more prayer before he goes

Goodbye, goodbye, the next morning his best friend comes to find out

Then the girl hears what happens, reads the note

The note is killing her inside, he said I’ve always loved you why did you do that to me

She crushes the paper and screams out her pain

So sad, in a way she knows it’s her falut she shouldn’t have done that oh she knows

But now it’s too late, time to say goodbye

Forget all the smell of whiskey in his room

Why do people treat our people this way, he risked his life for her and she does this

No more, whiskey is all she smells now

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