When you told me you wanted to die
I just wanted to cry
And i did
You told me what happened
and why you felt that way
You just called and told me that you just slit your wrist
With what I ask out of curiosity
With my razor you replied.
I started to cry
I wanted to keep you as a friend
Not lose you
I asked you if you where OK and you were So i thought
So I asked someone to help you and the did
Now almost a year later I wish you were cut free, but
you slipped on me
When you told me you did that again I was afraid I was going to loose you.
But know i know that you are getting better and you wont leave me until the guy upstairs separates us
