A Call For Help
Three years of friendship on the line
Things sure as hell are not fine
You went to him first so keep on going
We'll just stand here without knowing
It's all in his hands now
Anything happen, I won't care anyhow.
He must fix this, we all can see
So no, he will not let you be
I'm not a last resort.
Don't come to me and demand my fort
We'll just stand here and watch you go down
Slowly depleting we'll just wear a frown
Grow up and face the facts
You need professional help you can't keep up the act
Hop off of your petty shit
It's getting old and doesn't fit
Depression?
Repression?
What is this all about?
Stop being suicidal and let it all out.
We could of all dealt with it when the time came
But no, you're scared and acting pretty lame.
Of course we're going to worry
All the more reason to tell us in a hurry
Your withdrawl to yourself
Is your call for help ='[
