8 weeks ago you looked me in eyes
You spoke slow. I could see through your disguise
Your lies, your *******, whatever you intend to call it
I saw the pain, but the anger came and left
Zero serotonin in your synaptic cleft
4 times I tried your cell
No answer, figured you said **** it and bailed
this excuse of a community
I just wanted to share an idea new to me
Per usual
3 times I knocked on your door
Maybe you were in there feeling boorish and down on yourself
But to be honest, I wasn't there to offer help
I was too late
And then it clicked.
Have you ever felt like you were forgetting something?
Or maybe had this thing on the tip of your tongue, an answer to the test that you didn't think of until the bell rung?
It all made sense. I ignored your pain.
And here's the ******* rub
8 weeks ago I saw you. I could've stopped you bleeding out in the tub
At the very least delayed
You were always the one to persuade me to take a righteous path
The antithesis, the person I could have been if not for social math
I needed you. I felt alone before you. You may not have given me company but you gave be hope that I could cope with the solidarity that comes with being on the far end of polarity,
I knew you. You knew me. Every now and then I start dialing your number
8-4-3....
But you ain't accepting calls no more
The pain you must of been in
The pain that I let you sit in.
*******, you scared to death to fit in,
But I knew.
I pushed it back because I didn't want to deal with the fact the world isn't mine
As I sit here and whine, I could've done more. I could've done something
**** I need to tell you about this epiphany, let me call you up
8-4-3...
You don't know what you meant to me
But I don't know what to do with your legacy
