I see her sitting there,
Acting cool and calm,
the sweat on her palm,
Can you see me sitting here,
Offering a helping hand,
Ill guide you to where you had planned.
You turn away,
And say your fine,
This we will see soon in time.
I know to back off,
But i want to help,
You words a long time felt.
You get worse,
Still i see you sitting here,
But now i see your crimson tear.
You had enough,
Take a knife,
One quick move and you end your life.
Now i sit here,
All alone,
Remembering when we talked on the phone.
Your gone,
Seat is empty,
But for you ill always cry plenty!
