find me down the garden path

or leave me there to die

i’ve grown, i’ve learned, but most of all

oh, most of all i’ve cried

cried for souls gone without a trace

who gave up much too soon

loosing years of childhood

as my friends tightened the noose

noose, knife, overdose

theyre all one in the same

a way for people to leave this world

but not left as they came

find me down the garden path

or leave me there to die

no matter how happy i will get

i’ll never forget to cry

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