I wish all those wishes weren't his,
That there was something else, anything other than this,
That he wasn't how they claimed him to be,
I guess he just wanted to be missed,
And maybe nobody could see
Now he's missing from every place that belongs in arms of his.



Can he feel?

You don't.

Don't you feel ?

I don't.






Not anymore.








Yeah,


So now go and tell him why he can never make no friends,
To stop reading empty pages, the torment is not going to end.

Soon it's going to be so dark, what is he going to do then ?
Don't ask him, or he'll come along in, can't you tell ?.


What are you going to do when,
He tells you that he has no friends?
And how lonely he has felt.

All these years without any hope,
When he starts talking about the rope,
Do you think it's gonna end well ?




Maybe this is what they say
When they tell you to runaway
Before it's too late
And you're addicted to the wait

When there's no one to love
No one here to hate


When you've given up trying
So you're looking for a blade
And you see your sorry self crying
Looking back at you through the mirror
full of shade.



Don't you wish to runaway ?