one last gasp of air as you fell to the
floor a needle in your arm the smell of
marajuana and the presents of extisy and
acid all in the room you feel to the floor
in your best friends house she walks in
turns the corner to her kitchen floor sees
you all cold and blue she breaks down n
crys you havin your whole life flashin in
front of your eyes she holds your head trys
to wake you up from your unsanity and
dream she runs to her room pulls out a
razor blade and trys to feel what you
felt police rush to her house because her
mom new she was there they take one look
at you and say sorry but she wont make
it she cries every night just of the
though she didnt no what she did blaming
herself for not doing anything to help but little does she know her best friend had a million reasons for doin what she did