I can’t turn my back now,
Not when you have that knife.
You cut yourself,
No matter how much it hurts me.
I tell you this,
But then you turn your back on me,
All I’m trying to do is help.
Can’t you accept this?

I can’t turn my back now,
Not when you have that gun.
You say you will shoot.
I try to take the gun from you,
But you shoot.
I hits you in your head.
Why can’t you accept my help?

Now your gone,
I cry for you,
I know you probably can’t see me.
I know that if you did,
You'd be trying to say sorry.
You’d be trying to say I was right,
And you were wrong.
Next time will you just accept my help?

If there is a next time.