I am sick of carrying this burden.
I wish I could take my action back,
some guilt I wish I'd lack.

I hold the thought on my shoulders that I had broken the treasured
promise. The one that kept all my friends safe from themselves.

I cannot speak of this tradgedy, no not even a little hint. For once word
spreads of my wrongdoing I shall get my punishment.
The punishment of knowing friends can cut too, they could die,and they can
even get high.

This promise was a chain, a chain of friends linking...linking to the
sollution of our mood-sinking. Now that I have broken it I must keep it in
locked in tight.
For if they knew what I have done...bad things would happen tonight.



This promise was a chain...a chain to help us through. Yes, I did break
it...but I beg you please, please dont you.
 
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