My dear friend, please don't go.
With your heart, you don't know what to do.
Your guts have spilled, all over the earth.
I promise you this, you'll find your way through.
I promise your tears will eventually dry,
And you'll lose the blood all over your hands,
And you'll lose the constant urge to need to cry.
Your life a sad album,
Constantly skipping from the scratch.
Song after song, makes the listening cry,
Then the final song of the twisted batch...
A sweet, slow ballad,
Bring tears to eyes just once more.
But the tears are not those of pain,
Tears of joy, then happyness, in tales of lore.
I promise you this,
It will end fine.
A fairytale ending,
One of a kind.