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i watch you bleeding

and your laying on the floor

i try to pick you up

and help you bleed no more

but your already gone

once again im too late

i distracted myself

thought your hurting could wait



i walked into the room

saw you hanging by the door

tried to cut you down

but you were breathing no more

i was too late

i wasnt there

seems like i hid

like i didnt care



you put the gun to your head

thought youd pull it away

thought i was good enough

to make you want to stay

you pulled the trigger

and all i did was cry

i was too late

didnt even notice why



never there for my friends

when they need me to be

cant really help them

cant set them free

wish i could help you

so i dont lose you too

if i really did

i swear i dont know what id do

id be to broken

to even try to be fixed

but i cant really help you

i still only wish