Once upon a time in May
There was a girl who used to pray
She pressed her hands against her heart
And wished they wouldn’t be apart
She called the sky and then she cried
For him she’d throw away her pride
She then sat down and whispered softly
If you can hear me there up high
Make sure he knows he’s not alone
Make sure he’s fine there in the sky
And please don’t tell about this stone
I miss him more than I miss life
She whispered and then took the knife
I want to be with him once more
Red drops began to kiss the floor
Once upon a time in May
There was a girl who liked to play
She pressed the knife against her heart
The floor became a piece of art