Time To Go
I sit alone thinking
The world around me has me spinning
Again I’ve found another reason to run
I can’t handle the life I’ve begun
Everybody wants something that I can’t give
Just leave me the hell alone and let me live
I want to be free, no attachments, no love, just me
Just leave me alone and be free
Things aren’t at all the way that I planned
My friend was on crack
I was about to get canned
He called me and begged me to push him for help
I lost his number and he his cards were dealt
His time had come
He left a young son
Family and friends could not believe
I could think of that it was time to leave
Look at what I did
I could have helped him, he was just a kid
The guilt, the shame
I could never tell them that I was to blame
If only I had called him
It was a small simple request
I should have just called him
But I was too self-obsessed in my own freaking mess
I was young, only 18 when crack took his life
For the last 15 years, I befriended his wife
I lade there like a door mat; help take care of his
kid
Hoping it would get rid of he guilt that I hid
Instead all it did is make my guilt grow stronger
I want to be free; I can’t do this any longer
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This story is about a friend of mine, who was
about 18 at the time. He met a young girl who
introduced him to crack. There were times I can
remember walking up the stair case of my building, and
I would hear both him and my then boyfriend running to
hid. Things got really bad for him and one day he
called me and begged me to remind him to go to rehab.
He put a lot of trust in me, so he gave me his number.
Well that day I lost the number and did't think twice
about the importance of it. Two weeks later I recieve
a call and it was to adv me that he had died.
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