It seems that your pain
comes back and back again,
revolved.
By taking your own life,
what will you have solved?

A solution to your problems,
is what you try to find.
A final solution for all,
how about the ones
that you will leave behind!

I want to be your friend,
let me take hold of your hand.
Tell me what's troubling you,
help me to understand.

Let's talk it out,
tell me what it's all about.

8/6/96

theflannelman@hotmail.com


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