Holy shit
I miss that bridge
It was good to see you
Don't give up
I know it's tough
It was nice to see you
I'm telling you one day I'll find myself
But not from some little tiny rock
I should really call my mom to help
Told my dad I hate myself
He said I'll be ok
But sometimes he feels like killing himself
I know that road like the back of my hand
But that's a place I'll never go again
When I'm thinking about killing myself
Told my brother I needed some help
He said it always gets better
He's been thinking about reaching to me for help
