This sudden reversal,
Of attitude towards your life,
From confident to suicidal,
And by that I intend a death, yes,
Not of your life, but of the life you know.
You know, the one with everything that defines,
Who you are for the world:
Your work, your attitude and the way,
That you make me feel I can do anything.
It's your prerogative, but nothing is gained,
But started again before acquiring,
The right to say you're alright.
It's not as easy as you may have thought.
Any road is easy without a bump,
Where everyone wants to help you out.
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