by Rivs Aikman

Created on: July 20, 2010

The autopsy will show

We couldn't let it grow

Bitter hearts and suspicious minds

Are not good for ties that bind

It was once so full of fire

But now it's cold as ice

I left you uninspired

And you weren't very nice

It lays upon the table

Stiff and cold you see

What we had just wasn't stable

And we were better off free

Our love is dead now

And while it isn't thrilling

The evidence will show

It was a mercy killing.

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