A friend about to kill herself,
What do you do, What do you do.
You never know the right thing yo say,
What do you do, What do you do.
She wants to slit her wrists,
What the hell should i say.
For god sakes she just took forty pills the other day,
I told it was stupid.
And that it would make me really mad,
But once shes gone shell realize.
All the great shit she had,
Her boyfriend just broke up with her.
Gee what a good reason,
There is so much stuff that has gone wrong.
Theres know way that shes teasing,
Theres so many people.
That go to hell this way,
So why cant she just use her brain.
And diside to stay,
She was always the good friend,
The one that comepromissed.
She would help you with your problems,
With her caring eyes.
Theres know way i can stop her,
Theres know way i can help.
All i can do is talk to her,
And maybe i can tell.
If shes always felt like,
A prisoner in her own called cell.
I never thought iâ??d know someone,
Who always thought this way.
But i guess now i understand,
That theres nothing i can say.
I cant change the way she feels,
All i can do is try to heal.
Sooner or later she will die,
I just hope its not from suiside!
