Why do you stand by?
Why do you ignore then when they cry?
Why don't you meet their eyes?
I'll tell you why.
You're scared to be them.

You're scared to feel their pain.
You're scared to end up the same.
You're scared to hear their cries,
So you tell yourself lies.
"Oh, they'll be fine."
"I'll talk to them next time."
Then you walk away.

So tell me, does that time ever come?
Do you ever hear their cries?
Do you ever meet their eyes?
No?
Then, do you meet their parent's eyes?
Do you hear their best friend's cries?
Their cries of pain,
Of knowing that their light is gone.
Never to shine again.