So hard to be the angel
of an A-levelled friend
who tries to reach heaven,
but you know he can't
Even harder it's to know
you're the one the guide
the one shaking that ladder
he tries to climb
Can go down sometimes,
but can't let him get up
Though pretty eyes watch me go down
Burning sadness through my skull
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