No friends to tell
No friends to make
You say you want to live
But it's starting to sound fake
My cries are silent
Piercing only the night
Praying that you will live through this fight
Please pick up the phone
When I give you the call
I'm here to help you survive through the fall
You don't know what you will lose
If you do this to yourself
So let go of the trigger
And put it back on the shelf
