Friend of mine, turn away
please don't see me in this state
for if you did you'd be quite irate
and so would leave me to my fate

Friend of mine, turn away
for I've been very strange of late
and I don't think it will abate
I must surely crumble under all this weight

Friend of mine, turn away
my straight is narrow, my narrow's straight
my cup's half empty and so's my plate
I've lost the rag that cleansed my slate

Friend of mine, turn away
no longer shall we afiliate
I'm left alone to contemplate
which suicide to imitate

Friend of mine, turn away
from my grave, to indicate
I point a finger and implicate
you, my friend, you turned too late