I see you cry and I just wonder why? I want to help, so I give you a hug, but still you keep going. I give u a kiss, but still you go…Am I a ghost I say? You dont stop…i dont help you at all.
So I lie down in your tears and try to think of how I can help you out. Just yesterday you asked me for a knife. I wont listen to that fucking talk. So I tell your parents…they only yell at you and to get better grades…I see you one day with a bottle of pills. I run over and stop you. “You say why do you even try anymore Justin?” and i respose is easy it is because I love you. I will never leave you. And you start to cry again. You make me wanna die but I still keep it up…years later you finally succeed in your attempts…And now you have left me to be the Crier.