• They say her last words were "I love you"
    They say she didn't suffer long
    They say she died of a broken heart
    And they say she's gone

    But what they say are lies
    What they say is wrong
    What they speak is ignorance
    I know what really went on

    It's true she died lonely
    With a broken heart nothing could soothe
    She died from not heartache
    But of a bloody bullet wound

    I was there when it happened
    She leveled the gun to her head
    I watched her pull the trigger
    I saw her fall limp and dead

    Her last words were not "I love you"
    As so many like to say
    They weren't general affection
    Instead they were my name

    She called out for me softly
    As the light left her eyes
    She called out as softly
    As a normal person sighs

    I was sad for her death
    Saddened by the loss of life
    It reminded me of the day
    Mine was taken by a knife

    I watched for a moment
    As he blood trickled away
    I would tell someone if I could
    But I had no words to say

    Instead I stood and waited
    I stood and stared
    I waited there until
    I felt a shift in the air

    I smiled kindly as I turned
    I saw her pretty face
    I touched her lips in love
    As I whispered to her, "Grace?"