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I had a friend who said:
"I need to stop trying."
He sat by the window, on my bed,
And he seemed to be crying.

He was alone in this world,
Just trying hard to get by;
Is this what he meant that day?
What did he mean to say?

It's in the news, what he did,
He stood on top of a building, arms spread;
"God hates me," is what he said,
"Why did I have to be left all alone?"

The TV flickers in my room,
The channel's switched to the news;
It's half past four, it's on the clock,
I feel helpless, starig at a man with nothing to lose.

It's in the news, what he did,
He stood on top of a building, arms spread;
"God hates me," is what he said,
"Why did I have to be left all alone?"

It's cold, even though the sun's shining,
Why couldn't I see what he was planning?
He stood on a building, arms spread.
And Lord, he was smiling.
Smiling like he was free.
"I need to stop trying," is what he said,
It's the last thing he ever said to me.