Woke up and got my coffee.
Lit my cigarette.
Opened up the paper,
this is what it read:

Death by sewing needle.

He should've known.
That she would leave him,
with holes in his heart.

As he tried patch them,
the memories came back.
It was just enough to distract him.
That's when the needle pierced his heart.

Death by sewing needle.

Why'd they have to part?
Why did she leave him,...