You say that life is over,
your luck has run out.
Even if you had a whole field of four leaf clover,
your life would still be in a drought.
For this I must say to you dear friend.
This little dry spell in your life is not the end.
We all have your high times and times of sorrow,
But to take your life is like stealing, when you could just borrow.
Trust me dear friend,
there will always be a tomorrow.
Whether filled with happiness or sorrow,
I will fight for you until the bitter end.
So you have made up your mind,
and to all other thoughts you are disinclined.
I guess there is nothing else left to be said,
but that there is pain and sadness ahead.
We all have your high times and times of sorrow,
But to take your life is like stealing, when you could just borrow.
Your life is worth so much more than you know,
the great friendship you bestow.
I will not ask why you want to leave,
just shake my head in disbelieve.
Well all have our hard times of sorrow,
just remember dear friend there is always tomorrow.
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