I knew a boy that loved his life
And laughed with hopeful friends,
He always spoke of fairytales,
And how he hated all the ends.
That little boy, he died one night,
After seeing darkness in god's light,
He saw blood in his best friend's tears,
He saw Sam's death through happy years,
He put a bullet through his brain,
Was seldom spoken of again.
That boy left me in two-death's wake,
Without so much as saying it's okay,
I lost best friends that ice cold day,
Their suicides were bad mistakes,
And still I try to carry on,
Pretending I'm the one that's strong. |
