I call you to see what's been happening,

Only to find out that inside you're drowning,

You can't find a way,

To leave that gruesome doorway.

With everything you do,

You are sure to get yourself stuck into,

Something someone cannot save you from,

Because there is no way to stay calm.

You are digging yourself a hole,

And nobody will condole,

All you do is push people away,

And in the end this will be a big cliché.

The poor boy who never got a thing,

Has created himself into a nothing,

He cries and cries out of depression,

And to him there is no sign of a heaven.

He thinks there is no reason to live,

Sheer ending to his suffering is his motive,

He can't see past his pain,

And drugs and alcohol have got the best of his brain.

You tell me to leave you alone,

And next time I visit should be at your gravestone,

The phone line goes dead,

And I pray to God you aren't on your way to your deathbed.

A few days go by,

And all I can do is wonder why,

I know that the phone call is seconds from coming,

The one where I have to figure out if I'm dreaming.

The phone rings loudly in the background,

In a way I'm kind of astound,

I hope to God that the voice on the other line is recognizable,

And that you are somewhat stable.

Please tell me that you are okay,

Please tell me this is just any other Wednesday,

I can't help but have a doubt,

That you have come to the point where you burnout.

As I answer the phone,

The caller ID shows a number unknown,

The voice on the other line,

Gives me the fate of your lifeline.

I'm sorry I couldn't come to your rescue,

Just know that I loved you,

You will forever be in my heart,

But for now we are forced to part.