I look at her
Wishing I was in her place
Wondering why it's her
And not me
Tell me Lord
She is going to be okay
Tell me Lord
Things will get better
She sits there
Looks at me
Then looks away
And starts crying
Tell me Lord
She won't give up
Tell me Lord
She is staying here
This was written about my sister when she was having a lof of rough times in life and did not want to be here anymore. She had wished she was never born and was thinking about killing her self. not a joke.
