They called him....
They called him things
he told his parents
But they never believed
People don't like to see
Pain
To them it was a game
But he was drowning in hate
And no one heard him scream
Can you hear him scream?
he got tripped in the hallway
His sanity was ripped at the seams
he was a nobody
Till Saturday the fifteenth
what are you gonna do about it?
he pull out of his  back pack
They laughed
stupid ***** what are you gonna do about that?
he pulled out a gun
And aimed right under his hat
do it, I know you can't
your to much of a ***** to do that
he was gonna pull the trigger
he almost did
But he turned it on himself
he couldn't deal with it
he had to get them to stop talking
Or he would have to stop listening
afterwards most of the people cried
Some were never the same
But one kid laughed
I knew you couldn't shot me *****
His death was in vain

Your like fire
Everytime I think of you it sends a spark through me
But not enough to restore my pulse
And give me body heat

Sometimes I think about the last time I saw you alive and almost told you I loved you. But when I almost said it and you looked at me and said "what is it, babe?" I lost my nerve and squeezed your hand tighter and said "you have beautiful eyes." Instead, and I just stared at you and hoped to convey what I couldn't say. But real life is not a romance novel, "you have beautiful eyes" was not heard as the "I love you" that it was, and even if you had heard it, I guess it wasn't enough, because you killed yourself anyways.

I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.

Time to go back,
into my place.
Where no one can see me,
no light or no grace.

Time to go back,
into my hole.
Where all is forgotten,
all pain is fore told.

Time to go back
into my hell.
Where the creature is waiting,
that torturous cell.

Time to go back
into my sane.
Where my fortune is told,
all crazy as rain.

Time to go back
into my youth.
Where my story is begun
with the heel of a boot.

You died, and I'm still here.

I wonder if you're judging every breath I take as breaking our promise.

I want to make you feel better

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

so i realize i cant make it better

and I want to help you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

I want to make you feel better

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

so i realize i cant make it better

and I want to help you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

I want to make you feel better

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

so i realize i cant make it better

and I want to help you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

I want to make you feel better

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

so i realize i cant make it better

and I want to help you

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

I want to make you feel better

but i cant

so i want to hurt myself

but that would hurt you

You gave me a reason to live

I hate you for stealing my only escape from my life