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That morning before work he'd called me,

Left a message that he won't be coming home,

What was I to do?



I tried to move on, I thought work would help,

A feeling of a ticking clock in my mind,

I didn't want to be here any more.



How could he do this, he was my life, my soul.

But he'd rather stay away from me,

I can't concentrate anymore.



No more work, no more life, I've destroyed everything.

No...he's destroyed everything!

I can't cry much more, I'm destroyed.