My dearest sister lost her fight

Are you just going to shut me out of this

With the excuse ignorance is bliss

I want to help I want to know

But all you want is for me to go

I want to help you, my dear sister

But now you’re walking on my blisters

Please don’t tell me it’s o.k. 

When I really know it’s not that way

I can see it on your face it’s as plain as day

But you don’t wish for me to stay

You wish for me to leave you alone

I can tell it by your voice’s tone

You wish for me to walk away and leave you in the dirt

But how can I do that to you, my friend, if I know that you are hurt

You tell me you’ll be alright

But at the end of the night

I know you’re not fine, you were faking it all along

Just know that in my eyes you could do no wrong

You could never tell too much, or give me too much for me to bare

I would’ve helped you, my dearest friend, life just isn’t ever fair 

But now you’re gone, bled to death sometime inside the night

And now I’m bleeding guitly tears knowing I could’ve helped you fight

 

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