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| Starting to feel lonely Time is moving slowly My soul's about to bleed Sometimes I'm the friend in need No one here to talk to No one to know what I'm going through I know they would try to help me But there's too much torment to see And I can't sit here and cry I can't keep trying to die And I wish I were out having fun Insead of holding to my head this gun Maybe it would be easier to end it all But look at me, I'm trying to stall Will someone please help me today Please help, before there's a price to pay |
| A Cry for Help |
| Warning: This is about thoughts of suicide. If the subject matter is too unsettling... please leave now. |
| (c) May of 1988 |
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