Suicide
There is a pretty cliff
High above the sea
And sometimes I go there
To sit and watch the waves
Come to me
But always I grow weary
Of waves of cliffs of life
And I think I should jump
And end all my strife
And I stand here
Looking over this cliff
Wondering what to do
Should I jump and end it all
Or risk everything
To spend just one more moment with you
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Last updated 1-3-00