TThe day I could hear an unfamiliar voiceThe day I the metronome stopped
The day I saw the knife in my chest while I allowed you to force my hand
The day the cliched rose frames fell from my face
Ihe day I opened my eyes for the first time
was upset the day I finally woke up
SNo, we'll start off strong, my friend killed himself. Big whoop. That sounds insensitive. I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be insensitive. I'm a survivor of two attempts myself. I understand the gravity of it.obody knows who my dead best friend really was but me