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That Night.
It all happened so fast,
Two asians wit black hats,
Run up behind him and stabbed him in the side,
He's lying there in his own puddle of blood barely breathing,
Calling out to me for help,
When I didn't have a clue who he was.
Hardly concious, half alive,
I seen the look in his eyes,
He was hurting, while she held him,
He looked at me, pleading for help,
Why me? I don't even know you!
I felt a connection,
Right away, Almost like I grew up with the kid...
I wonder why they did it,
Maybe he looked at them the wrong way,
But now I'm having dreams,
About me lying in my own puddle of blood,
Almost gone, seeing the light,
Waking up in pain, like it happened to me,
I hope the guy's ok...
I only now know his name.
I wish I could have helped him,
But I'm only human,
And the cops will never get thse fuckers.
I'm sorry I could'nt help you,
Maybe I'll look you up,
Give you a ring and see if you're still alive.
Last night i prayed you'd be ok,
And I still wonder,
Why did you plead out to me?
