The love she needs

You think you alone
You want to die
You don't have a friend but you have i

You sit alone
and scare your wrist
i find you lying with a razor in your fist

Thoughts of the past the pain it caused.
No one to turn to
you ball up and cry

All you want is a friend to love
lend me your hand
ill save you my dove

it my fault your dead
i could have done more
now your lying face first on the floor

Now its my turn to float away
stare in the mirror and look at my pain
No more nightmares let me escape

I hope this will make up for the pain iv cause
ill see you soon
My Sweet love