your mom and dad bought you love
cause they had so little time
they could afford to spend on you
or they would have otherwise

they knew you were a loner
but did not understand
how just a few short years down the road
you'd play out a losing hand

only in passing did they think of you
as the troubled one
never once in questioning
why you needed all those guns

never really talked about
never gave too much away
the only voices we now hear
are those from beyond the grave

the hopeless victims in your path
wrong place, wrong time
as you shoved them to the other side
cut down in the prime of life

for crazy is as crazy does
and crazy as they say
was the day you cracked the lid
and let crazy have it's way

the road normally traveled
burned the bottom of your soles
so you took a path different from the rest
the one of lost control

the butcher, the banker, the candle stick maker
you feel all did you wrong
turning childhood rhymes and memories
into a wicked song

you say that we'll remember you
for many years to come
the only memory that you left with us
is of the troubled one

side note:
**your not the only one out there
just the latest to act it out
more to follow later
of that there is no doubt