You're Gone
You once said you cared, but it was all a lie.
Because a few months later you committed suicide.
Why did you have to do it, why did you have to leave?
You said you would always be there... but, me, you greatly deceived.
I loved you so much, with all my heart.
I would never let anything or anyone tear us apart.
But you chose to take your own life.
Not with a bullet but with a knife.
Now you are gone and I don't know why.
Because you left me without explaining, without saying good-bye.
I was the one to find you in the bathtub full of blood and dead.
And on the toilet I found a letter that said...
"Jen, I love you, but you don't know my past.
I fell in love with you, just a little too fast.
I'm sorry I have to leave you without telling you how much I cared.
I never knew a love like this, the love, that with me, you shared.
Once again I am sorry I have to go
But I have to leave you... that you must know."
You left me wondering if I did something wrong.
The pain in my heart was there for so long.
Later that same year, in the mail, I received a letter.
That said... "read this, it will make you feel better."
I opened it wondering what was inside.
It was a page from your journal you thought you had to hide.
I read it slowly making sure I understood everything.
I started to cry because I couldn't believe what it was saying.
It mentioned you loved me, and you were going to ask me to marry you.
But I didn't know... I didn't have a clue.
You had AIDS and you knew you were going to hurt me.
Because in a couple of years you wouldn't want to leave.
So, before you had to leave unwillingly, you decided to take your own life.
That just made me hurt more so I walked to the bathroom.
I got into the bathtub, in my hand I held a knife.
You can only wonder what happened next that day.
I died that day... at least that's what people say.