See, I met this guy on Sunset Boulevard
He grabbed my hand and dragged me to a bar
Ordered shots of pure alcohol
Knocked them down then pulled out an eight ball
I looked at him and he looked at me
In his eyes I see misery
He’s crying out “someone save me”
But all they see is a strung-out wannabe
His story ends in a sad way
Headlines say he was only 23
He lived a life of tragedy
And endured pain that no one else could see
He fought his battles and commanded his wars
But like they say
You never know what goes on behind closed doors