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Will be workin' on it more.

All this talk about dyin' and death,
You gone' rethink that with your last breath,
Gaspin' for air begin' to stay but you just didn't care,
so now its time for your last stare,

I begged and pleaded that you got help,
but all you did was wine and cry,
all this talk about suicide,
it's time you to nullify,

hear that beepin' in the back ground?
That's the pulse of your heart beatin',
as it starts to steadily slow,
You can hear that beep flow,

Flat line, I'm sorry it came to this,
you were a good friend miss,
Why didn't you just get help?,
You coulda' been more then dust in the ground.