"September 2nd"

I'm her best friend, her "problem solver",
I'm that voice that whispers "put down the revolver".
With one in each chamber, you tell me you'll do it,
Take all but one out and play some roulette,
Pull it four times, walk away if you choose,
One more time, do it, you "can't lose",
You've wasted your life complaining to me,
I tell you you're wrong, and I can't agree.
You tighten your grip and ease onto the trigger,
Responsibilities are big, but your problems are bigger,
Your family and friends don't have a clue,
What would they say if they only knew.
The pain you feel nobody knows,
One in the head, and away it goes.
It hurts so bad, but you put down the gun,
You apologize to me, and say that it's done,
The path to recovery has just begun,
A long road ahead, it won't be fun.
So here we are, in for the long haul,
On the way down, don't bother to call,
I'll already be there, and won't let you fall,
Kick you in gear, won't let you stall.

I didn't expect years after that you'd remember,
that hot summer night beginning September.
The journey you started that night to get well,
keeping quiet your pain and personal hell.
I'm ecstatic to hear your new state of mind,
I don't even care that you've left me behind.
I'm still your friend at the end of the day,
I'll be here forever no matter what you say,
It's a rare volunteer "job" that actually pays,
by knowing I'm your fall guy, forever and always.