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His veins were pulsing
His hands running through his hair
He tried to laugh
But the tears were still there
He grabbed a stool and hit the wall
He fell down with it
And curled in to a ball
He said he hated himself
He said it was all his fault
And I stood by helplessly with no reply
As he cried out for help
But what could I do
His words couldn’t be more true
For the gun in his hand was the reason she was dead
His hands running through his hair
He tried to laugh
But the tears were still there
He grabbed a stool and hit the wall
He fell down with it
And curled in to a ball
He said he hated himself
He said it was all his fault
And I stood by helplessly with no reply
As he cried out for help
But what could I do
His words couldn’t be more true
For the gun in his hand was the reason she was dead