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Karen
by
Alice C. Bateman
It's been four months since you've been gone
You didn't say good-bye
Shall I assume you won't be back?
Shall I presume you died?
My own best friend did that to me
She didn't keep in touch
And when I thought I'd tracked her down
Well, it was just too much
They told me that she'd killed herself
My Karen, that I loved
She jumped off of a building
Did she turn into a dove?
Or did she feel it when she hit the ground?
Oh Karen, where are you?
I keep thinking it's just some bad joke
I keep seeing you sitting beside me
Happily sharing a smoke
That's why I have no telephone
Can't bring me no bad news
A sleepy Sunday morning
The phone rings, about you
It hurt me, and I'm hurting still
Why did you take your life
I know it's hard to live here
In a world so full of strife
But couldn't you have talked to me?
Back then I had a phone
I thought you knew I loved you
And you were not alone
You hurt me, hurt me, hurt me still
I'm sure that this will hurt until
I see you in a life that's yet to come
'Til I see you in a life that's yet to come
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