Aviolet by a mossy stone,
Half hidden from the eye...

When I first saw you
I didn't think much of you...

He is dying
I just sit there crying...

If death does not cease
I think I shall sink to grief...

One time suicide
A couple times cutting...

My lips have been silenced
My thoughts have been repressed...

You are a great friend
I don't want our friendship to ever end...

You're like a brother,
someone I can trust...

Would you comfort me if I was crying?
Would you tell me you love me if I was dying...