You only say these things after he\'s gone but he won\'t hear them or ever face the dawn.
You say nice things when he can\'t hear them but when he\'s around you would rather bring him down to the ground.
You shot your mouths off so often and relentlessly that he would rather shoot his mouth off then endlessly, being verbally beaten and bruised by the words you used to bring him down relentlessly.
You were so busy pulling his legs out from under him you never considered that he may never get up again, for this you will have to have to amen.
The fact that he he put a gun to his temple and prayed, this is the cost of your hate, the cost that he payed.
But I\'m not going to point names and name fingers but I\'ll leave you to wallow in self pity and regret ,but let my words be crystal clear I want the record to be set.
I\'ll admit that I did nothing, and that will haunt me for the rest of my life and it will hurt my heart as if it were a knife.
I will always remember that i could have done something but I just looked away to kept my own head from drowning.
Under the waves of anger and hate and let it be known I set the record strait.
But I only admitted this while he is gone and he won\'t hear it or ever face the dawn.