Down in the gutter, blood on your sleeves,
Waiting for the days, to end your forgotten dreams
Pick up the kinfe, A cheap way to end,
Something that could have been great, if you weren't so easy to bend.
Your lifes cut short, every puff of the stick,
Not caring about yourself, not caring about shit.
I tried to save you so many times,
Every attempt failed when the light was about to shine,
You don't know how much I try to help you,
but your half open lids don't take much to your brain,
Maybe it's the smoke, that's there to ease the pain.
Maybe you shouldn't act so tough, it's so easy to see through,
Hiding your pain, to numb it all away.
Such a coward, Never knew...
Needed you,
But you were so blind you never knew.
 
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