Dont Do It
Screaming at the top of my lungs DONT DO IT,
a knife up the neck of my bestfriend death whispering so fluent,
our child hood memorys come hit me like lightning,
i know what your going threw my friend i know what we are fighting,
you dont have to do this as god as my aid,
so put it down and he did the life that i saved,
so cherish the time as it goes,
and help anyone who you think needs it who knows?
you might meet someone special god will surely show.
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