Do you ever get that feeling
Like you're being left behind?
Like your friend is out there
Making friends with everyone he can find?
Well I made him who he is
Maybe not literally
But he's met them because of me
I caused my own agony
My own friend
My crush
Crushed my soul, once was so lush
He used to talk to me every day
Now, it's not even close to this way
We're drifting apart and he doesn't mind
He has new friends
I'm left behind
And he's friends with everyone he can find.

He comes back home and the wars begin
His parents see his existence, a sin
He's on his phone, talking with a friend
Everything's okay, he would pretend
The friend is rude, the boy is meek
He cannot talk, to not be called weak
His feelings to his crush are very immense
He's not loved back, he's anxious and tense
He was by no means the best
But he deserved to live at least like the rest
Yet he swallowed the pills and he sunk deep
As he slowly drifted into wakeless sleep

They'll buzz like bees 'round your heart
Telling the reapers when they'll start
Lie to you and themselves as well
And then you're left alone
Clean your head, once or twice
Shave a head that's full of lice
Trust a corpse with your soul
And then you're left alone
Smile to all and say it's fun
Play with people, smirk and run
Tell yourself that you have friends
And then you're all alone
All is gone, peers and wealth
And soon enough so will your health
Don't live in the lie that someone cares
Because you're all alone
Whatever they say, people hide
We accept the lie that they're on our side
But you shall learn when time will come
That you've always been alone

I look the same, every time I check
In the mirror I see nothing but a wreck
You say I'm nice, but what the heck;
How nice would I be with a slit across my neck?

Leave me be where I may stand
Of me, nothing you shall demand
My life you need to control, I understand
For in your own you have no hand.

Out of her own womb, him she bore
Growing up, finding himself, himself he tore
He told her his secret, and she made him sore
And still she's saddened when he can take no more

In my life, there was almost nothing I lack
Melancholy spread, though, like in glass, a crack
I realized just as to joy I turned my back,
That for a reason I was made to look good in black