I broke out to see you again.
Shed the blood of too many men.
I killed your mother to see you again.
I hope you don't mind,
There's not much left of mine,
My loves like a battery, limited, timid, expired, inhuman.
She realized it when I ended her then,
The look in her eyes I couldn't mend.
I guess I had crossed the line.
I got in the prison for money.
I wanted it for you, I was just 20.
I was young, nickname 'idiot'. It's not funny.
I messed with your mom too much.
I loved her, my emotions a problem.
I needed a job to support you, I looked in the city.
My brother's offer, the theft of jewelry.
Only a few, a small bunch.
All was well until autumn.
I'm sorry for regretting you.
Just know I wasn't ready to go through.
I'm sorry I left you. I wish you knew...
Just know I'm back and here to stay.
I know I'm too late to make up,
I know you miss her, this is all new.
The law looks at me with indifference. I wish you knew...
You're sick, you'll pass any day.
I'm broke, no one not even a beggars cup.
I'm sorry you're sick, you're dying.
I wish it weren't so but I have no money for buying.
No food for dining.
Nothing but my love to share.
I'd pray on my broken knee.
I kneel begging
but I know no one's listening.
There's no one there.
You suffer through your sickness because of me.
If any god would listen please save my son.
He's the light of my life, my sun.
I only have him, only one.
He can barely speak, the boys too weak.
His eyes full of dread as I lay him to bed.
If it's a price I'll do it fast, I'll run.
If it's to kill, I have my gun.
Listen to me! Why won't you speak?
Please I don't want him dead!
I'm wanted by everybody.
Could I sell them my body?
That'd make me some money.
I choose your happiness over mine every time.
If I told you what I'm doing you'd make me resign.
I know you love me.
You'd smile, say I'm funny.
I'd reply saying I gotta make money sometime.
You'd say you're fine.
On the last night,
I woke to the storms might,
Rattling windows winds winding night's fright.
Stepping out I could see him standing in the rain.
I watched as he stood in such pain.
I called out to him 'what are you doing, Kurt?'
He looked to me as fell down into the dirt.
Running to him I held him and checked if he was hurt.
Only bits of blood ran down his shirt.
There's no rhyme, no melody,
only him and me.
He looks at me with his smile
He's knows he's got but a while.
He's dying, my innocent dove.
Dying because of my love.
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