Why won’t you let me help you?
My advice, its sound, but she won’t seek help.
The herald, he came, he gave me the sign
The profiles
The dossier
She thinks they all hate her but he tailed them for a while
They go home and they think of her, they look at a picture, they watch her Facebook, crying tears of worry, because they don’t want her gone
And nor does he, watch him, I see him every day, he will see her And I know what will run through his mind, but with that? Not sadness, but a determination that could surpass an Olympic runner, because all he can ever thing about is how to bring her back, get her up, and his latest theory, could take him deep inside her, commiting a teenage unthinkable
To keep her up he will have to go deep inside, with hand or leg, rubber or nail, the endorphins released will bring her and show her a true new world