| No more, he couldn’t take anymore
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| Slit his wrist, blood on the floor
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| A writer who wrote down his thoughts
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| Told about life and how he fought
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| Used blood instead of ink
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| Left his pen, a razor, in the sink
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| Too great, the pressure was too great
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| Needed help but now its too late
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| Died young, died young, died young, died young
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| High on drugs and alcohol
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| Smashed her car into a wall
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| A girl who had gone astray
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| Needed guidance to show the away
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| Living too fast, living on the edge
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| Playing with death, walking a ledge
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| No one there in the time of need
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| Killed herself living on speed
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| Died young, died young, died young, died young
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| It’s so sad, it happens all the time
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| So many people walk that line
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| A suicide every day of the week
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| Another young mind put to sleep
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| The answers must be out there somewhere
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| Take the time and show we care
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| Where to begin, where to start
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| The place to start is in our hearts
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| No more, he couldn’t take anymore
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| Slit his wrist, blood on the floor
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| A writer who write down his thoughts
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| Told about life and how he fought |
| Used blood instead of ink
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| Left his pen, a razor, in the sink
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| Too great, the pressure was too great
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| Needed help but now its too late
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| Died young, died young, died young, died young |