Of coming to your rescue
Of picking up the pieces
To your desolate heart

I'm tired of being there for you
When you continue to try and end it
When your crying
And wanting to be held

You drink and sulk
You cut and sit
In the puddles of pity and blood
I'm tired of this game

Just end it already
I'm not going to be there
So let me rest
And don't call me again