Kisses of Death

If I were to commit suicide would it be me that was missed?

If you had a chance to save me would you save me with a kiss?

Love that was so tender now on the vine it withers.

I'm not Cinderella waiting for my prince to come hither.

Let me have a chance to love yet again.

Let my heart be free to be with my best friend.

I would not be missed if suicide was my choice.

No one would love me back with kisses so moist.

Would it be me that everyone missed?

No they sure wont, never again will I be kissed.