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His was my friend, all through our days I memorized his face, every one of his ways He always seemed happy, a smile on his face Some one actually hated him, started rumours every place The rumours were never true, that much I knew Then he told me, "The only one who cares is you." I was right there, right by his side When he pulled out the gun, and tried committing suicide I tried to stop him, but he was too quick I screamed and thought I was going to be sick His mom ran up, after hearing the shots Blood was everywhere, in tiny red dots He lay on the floor, right next to his bed Gun in his hand, bullets in his head I cried so much, as the ambulance came Ever since those rumurs, he was full of shame They look him to the hospital, hoping he's alright A couple of hours later, he died on that night I'll never forget him, or that smiling look of his Why did he have to end his life like this? |