On a morning in September, you came into my life,
I never knew what a 'friend' would've meant;
For every night, I would stay up looking into a killer's eyes,
For every day, I walk with my sanity on the line.
With these swollen eyes, I have left-
I have left the past chasing after me like a personal hell;
Whether this world deserves the hope of millions, time will do tell.
I don't believe in a happy end;
Death, to me and unlike you, has been a constant best friend.
It has never left, it was a guiltless poison.
If you actually cared, tell the truth,
Pull the trigger or grasp the knife;
To die, it would rather be me than you.
