If you were dying
Bleeding in the street
I would  help you
Even though you hate my guts
And I'm sure you wouldn't be happy
That it's me helping you
But it’s the right thing for me to do
I will not let you die
So swallow your shallow pride
Just let it go

Why were we fighting?
What were we fighting about?
Well guess it doesn’t matter now
Your losing blood
Patching up your wound, sit still
Just relax, just chill
There;s nothing for you to say
You're still a friend to me
Even though you hate the very idea of me

I wish I can take back what I have done to you
I've hurt you, but not this bad
So what are you yelling for?
What would you have me do?
Leave you to die
And just look and pass you by
So you can meet your end?
No, id never do that to a friend