She told me that she wanted to die
She told me that she wanted to go away
She told me she held a gun to her head the other day
I wanted to help
To fix her problems
But I knew that I couldn't fix them
I just wanted her to feel better

I could tell about her to our school counselor
But what good would that do?
She would just hate me more
And give her one less reason to live

She told me she wanted to die
That she had held a silver gun to her head
That she sat in the corner wishing for death
Her mom had walked in
Saw the gun to her head
And I knew she would have done it

She told me she wanted to die
And now all she wants is to be alive