By Mandie
Date: 1 June 1999

I thought he loved me

I thought he loved me
I thought he cared
He got down on one knee
And said he wanted his heart to be shared.

I thought he was the best,
And nothing like the rest.
But I quickly learned,
And now everthing he gave me has been burned.

On the phone is where we talked,
Along the beach alone is where we walked.
I thought alot about marriage,
But it was all taken away in a carriage.

I thought he loved me,
But I am no longer his wife.
And now in my hand is the knife
That will quickly take away my life.

I loved him so much
I loved his gental touch.
Now everyone world wide
Knows about my shocking suicide.

Mandie