We walked down the street, My hand in hers. Her eyes locked at our feet, and I could feel her shivers.
As we reached the door, I pulled her close to me, I could feel her mind at war, Her eyes said to leave her be.
So I kissed her goodbye, Turned and started home, That warm night in July, Was the date on her headstone.
That night, my future wife, Took her own life.