It's hard when you use to feel way at the top
Like you would never stop
Every one telling you how good you've done
Making you feel like you were number one
But in the blink of an eye you go from one to done
zero, zip, nada, none
You thought you'd never fail the ones you loved
But we all make mistakes
Like breakups and makeups
Sometimes it may be better to just give up
But how many mess up will it take you to realize your done
Never being number one.

His eyes cry tears of pain, as he lays in his bed and stares out the window. Always wishing he was somewhere rather than home. Home was a mysterious place he was no longer familiar with. As he traces the scars upon his body he begins to break down more. Walking the halls forced to wear a costume because he is to afraid to show everyone how he really feels. Depressed and alone. Black represents agony and pain and blue to represent the tears that roll down his pillow every night. No friends or anyone for that matter to help him on his long journey through hell. They hear his cries but refuse to aid in fear of what might happen. The voices fill his head and the pain comes worse and worse. And just like that not one living person had noticed he vanished except for the bridge and the water.