I saw you today I saw you with him.
I cannot believe it; you were in there with him
I saw you together I saw what you did.
You should not be together for this I forbid.
Being my friend this is your privilege.
Seeing you with him brought my life to a ridge.
Watching you together, my breath does restrict.
Thinking of you of the damage I want to inflict.
Now I am at a ridge, thinking of my life.
"Was it really that great", with the image of a knife.
Do I want to end this? Do I want to die?
Should I do it now right here where I lie?
How could you do this, did you do it for your pride?
Why would you do this, was it just for the ride?
But I really do not care for in my hand I have a knife.
Goodbye my old friend this is the end of my life.
As I lay on the blood pouring out
Did I feel remorse, did I feel the doubt.
It does not matter now, I have come an end.
As I close my eyes, I see your face, my friend.
But now I must thank you for being oh, so brave
Now I see you loved me; you are standing by my grave.
You were talking to my headstone, talking to my remains.
You said how you were sorry and that you are the one you blame.
But you did not remember how I felt restraint.
You do not recall every one complaint.
You were only the last straw
What caused my life's withdraw.
But suicide is no way out.
It goes against what life is about.
So now I say to you
And my family too
