Ecclesiastes 2:17
I have a good friend who has some problems with his head.
Jesus, I heard him wish that he was already dead.
You say up in heaven, after all this we'll be fine,
But how many friends have you, and why do you need mine?
I have a good friend who says this world's just not for him,
He can't wait for heaven, jesus why is that a sin?
If you don't present yourself for all of us to see,
You can't blame the troubled few who come looking early.
My good friend is gone now jesus, on his way to you,
He couldn't change the plans you made, what was he to do?
His hands were tied from the inside, a marionette.
Hard as he tried, he really died
Of choice he didn't get.
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