Lunch in weekend

My darling don't speak no more My darling my darling; beautiful as a rose; She died from pill overdose; graceful and swift just like a starling; She sung me a song a day before; before she choked red and hit the floor; my darling she was pretty and sweet.; kissed me the night before; before her lips and fingers turned white as a sheet.; my darling my darling; she told me the day before; there was a child she would bore; Thats when I struck her hard that's why my darling my darling dont speak no more; no more.

Tomorrow She holds her pen tightly as she wrote; her cursive letters strung an apology note; She wanted to propose, she refuses to dance out of regret; She thought she was ready. She thought she was set. Her heart is in pain. Her heart feels hollow; her promises, she could never truly follow; Now she writes this apology note with deep remorse and sorrow; "maybe things will get better tomorrow"