Crazy thoughts in his head,
all he wants is to be dead.
Inside he's screaming, feels a lot of pain,
day by day he's going insane.
His drinking increases he wont stop,
all that including smoking pot.
Drugs thinking for his, she can't think,
all he wants is for his mind to be blank.
He plans the day, says goodbye,
we think jail, but that was a lie.
He's screaming we don't hear him,
'This is the only way', he thinks,
'I'm not going back to the pin.'
he tries to seek help, they don't listen, they didn't care how he felt.
That night he took a rope put it around his neck and choked.
No more pain, at least not for him,
all because of drinking and drugs I lost my best friend.
No more crazy thoughts in his head,
he got what he wanted...now he's dead
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