your bottle of vodka falls from your hand in the dark
your skin starts to show death's mark
how i wish I could save you from yourself
but I let go of your hand to save myself
to regain my life's spark
you were always the most important person to me
but you never listened to my plea to positively see
to not give up on your life
you continue to further plunge the knife
can you not realize this is murder, Charlie?
whatever name you go by now I know it's not Honest
know I loved you with unwavering earnest
when we meet in the next life let's be friends
and forget each other's sins
today... your best friend posted that your a ghost
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