My friend held a gun to her head
In her room where I saw I fled
She told me it should be over
I wish I had a four-leaf clover
**** needed luck that day
When she pulled the trigger in May
Now it's just me, she was my only friend here
Beside my 'dad' ho always drank his beer
I need her here, now there is no point in living
I'm just thinking about leaving
This world is too hard to live without her
