You look
but you dont see
you think it makes you free
but you dont see how wrong you are
put down the knife
i'll help you make this right
he's not worth you life
you look
but you dont see
how would you feel if it were me?
still you cant see how wrong you are
put away the pills
they arent real thrills
and they cant help clean up your life as it spills
you look
but you dont see
if not for you, than stop for me
why cant you see how wrong you are?
(i dedicate this poem to my friend Jess. she's screwing up her life, and the worst part is, i cant do anything about it. Jess, please stop. its just not worth it)
