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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