Description: My best friend tried to commit suicide, he called me as he was laying in his room convulsing and about to die. I called someone who new his address and called 911. If it wasn't for me picking up his phone call when no one else wanted to, he would of died. Yet everyone seems to think I had no part in him living for the simple fact that I couldn't visit him in the hospital.
People are messed up.
Matter of -------------------------------------------
It's a matter of who got here first
And how they cried when they heard
How many hours they waited
And who they apologized to
It's not a matter of who called
And who cared enough to listen
How many hours they sat in silence
And who they called and told
It's a matter of what looks good on paper.