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by Holly Renee Jul 5, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Sitting in my room Thinking why you, my father Never show me love or care You left me all alone I lay there ready to give up I've cut to the extreme Just waiting to see the end Then I hear someone come in It's you, my friend You've come to see what happened To your surprise It's worse then you thought You come rushing over To see if I'm still there I hear you cry and rush to the phone You dial those three numbers and tell em everything I see you run around Looking for something To stop the bleeding You say not to worry You come with me To make sure I live You stay at the hospital Till you know I'm going to be ok You were there when I needed you You've always been there You're the one I love and trust You're my angel