Please stop what your doing!
Put away the knife!
Today's not the day to end your life!
You're making me sob...
Tears of regert.
I can't help feeling like it's my fault.
That you want yourself dead.
Maybe if we never comunicated...
You'd still be alive.
Maybe if I wasn't so cocky, stubborn, and thickened.
But when I think about it we both were.
So, please stop what you're doing!
Put the pills away.
My eyes are red.
My fault yes indead...
I shouldn't of been so mean.
Friends to the end, isn't that right?
So, please-oh-please don't give up the fight!















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