You are a friend
in a strange place.
In a crowd of people
you are a familiar face
You are a light
in a dark room.
You are the sun
that helps flowers bloom
You gave me happy thoughts
when all i knew was doom.
You protect me...
like a baby in a womb
You saved my life
when I wanted to die.
you always held me
when I thought I would cry
You made me feel loved...
you made me understand
when I was confused
you held my hand
I wish I could do the same
I wish I could help you too
but I guess I'm just a f*** up
through and through
I want to make you better
but I only make you worse
I guess I can only help you
once I'm laying in a hearse
You gave me hope
now I'm giving you some
once I'm gone, think
of everything you can become
I'll leave you a note
tied onto my rope
where I hang by my neck
'Don't ever lose hope'
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