I look at you,
you looked at me,
It had to be love at first sight.
You held my had,
squeezed me tight,
Oh how it felt so right.
Who would of thought
that was the end
All because of suicide.
Pop some pills
and lets go kill
for the ride of your life.
He jumped the hill,
hit a spill,
and never made it out.
Now I lye next to you
on top of your grave-site,
wishing that you could of listened.
Never would of attempted suicide,
but you chose to drink and drive,
along with getting high...
 
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