But living this life is something I can't do.
I've had enough of tears, enough of pain,
I pick myself up to fall down again.
I've been so angry at life of late,
So full of hurt, so full of hate.
There's nothing left to brighten my day,
I can't go on, not living this way.
Please tell my friends to have a drink for me,
And be happy, of pain I am finally free.
Please tell Dad that I'm ok,
That maybe things are better this way.
Tell my sis I'll be always nearby,
Tell her I love her and please don't cry.
Tell my brothers I still live in their hearts,
One day I'll see them again, we won't have to part.
Please tell my boyfriend I love him so,
And I'm sorry, but I have to go.
And Mum, never forget that I love you,
And I know in eternity we'll meet again too.
You did your best, you brought me up well,
It's not your fault from grace I fell.
I have to go, my time is near,
But please don't blame, don't shed a tear.
Don't you worry, and don't you cry,
But it's time for me to say goodbye.
Ker, 30th December, 1999.
"This Used to be my Playground".