I pray that it won't be to long,
Until you wake up and see that you're wrong.

Come back, come back, before it's to late,
There's still time to change your dark fate.

Wake up and see the mess you're in,
I know you could fix it, and try again.

Let go of the blame and hurt feelings within,
How is torturing yourself solving anything?

I'm not saying you don't have the right to be in pain,
But those people won't help you and they're all the same.

Time is running out and with each passing day,
You stumble a bit more and become farther away.

"You have to do something!" I shout and I cry,
I can't do this anymore, I can't watch you die.

You're making me watch as you slowly bleed,
I know you need help but you simply won't heed.

I'm before you on my knees, my head in my hand,
Sobbing and crying too exhausted to stand.

You have to try, you just have to try,
But you don't want to, and I don't know why.

Is this really better? Is that what you say?
It's not! You're wrong! It doesn't work that way.

I pray that one day you'll be brave enough to say,
"Things could be better, I shouldn't live this way."

Come back to life, go back to what you should be,
Don't do it for your dad, or your sister or me.

Do it for you, because it's your life on the line,
This is the greatest prayer of mine.