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by amra Nov 26, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Bring the drinks Bring the blades For we shall all feel today Heres to the hurt you have caused Heres to the Young bodies we have lost Raises your glasses to brave souls Who fought the battles right at home To all the broken hearts that carried on To all the damaged souls with the fake smiles To all the signs we have missed Drink away all your guilt Bleed out all their pain Remember The laughs they had Hold dear their warmth and love Remember the words we said to make them sad Tip the bottle to forget Raise your blade and take back the heartache For we sit and we grieve The friends we watched die Not one blink Not a single goodbye Why didn't we reach out Why did we let it happen Look at their grave That we helped dig Look at whats engraved The best die young It didnt have to be this way We made them cry We set them up for that fall Forget the drinks Forget the blades Not a single thing we do Will make this a better day