I don't want this life.Why do I cry these tears?Are they even mine?Only your eyes can tell,Subtle thoughts so divine.The inner-most petal of a wilted rose,You protect it from my soul, my eyes.And though I am trusted most,You insist on trying to hide.Inside the looking glassI cast my own reflection.But I see youI feel you.These thoughts of suicidehave taken new direction.Since I've known youand I hold you.No longer self inflicted,The hurt pains from outside.For beneath that wilted rose, is your heart that you hide.I don't want this life...
There's lots of thingsWith which I'm blessed,Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,But of all my blessings,This one's the best:To have a friend like you.In times of troubleFriends will say, \"Just ask... I'll help you through it.\"But you don't wait for me to ask,You just get up And you do it!And I can think Of nothing in life That I could more wisely do,Than know a friend,And be a friend, And love a friend... like you.