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for bob
by
Taratron
There are times it seems that life itself is not at all worth living
and that for all the pain that you are in, there must be some misgiving
of what you are to do that day when it does become plain to see
that the one you're hurting isn't you, you're also hurting me.
To see you waste away underneath such a cruel spell
is something that should belong only in the realms of Hell
there is no way for me to see that what you're doing is right
so there's nothing left for me to do except perhaps to fight.
And remind you of who you are, then perhaps at last
to tell that your time on this earth is simply dwindling fast,
one day you just might blow away and what you'll leave behind
is nothing that I want to see; it simply blows my mind.
That the one you seem to hate the most, the one you most impair
is yourself, and I just can't see why you just don't give a care
if I'm a one who cares for you, why do you fail to see
that when you smoke you kill yourself, so you're also killing me?
