|
Here goes the story of a kid we thought we knew |
|
He hid a hate inside and had a state of mind |
|
That put him in his grave |
|
It began with his friends |
|
They never noticed the despair in his eyes |
|
From the pressure |
|
His life was etched in stone |
|
Before he made a choice of his own |
|
And hes dedicated |
|
For everyday that hes made it on his own |
|
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice |
|
He wont be number one |
|
He cant be number one |
|
So he tries to comply |
|
With everything theyve ever asked |
|
And his life is stitched with one-way tickets |
|
To places he dont want to visit |
|
He says Im never gonna be perfect |
|
Maybe I dont deserve his trust |
|
but Im doing the best I can |
|
Ive never dealt with such pressure |
|
Feels like my whole lifes etched in stone |
|
Before Ive made a choice of my own |
|
So save your breath cause youll |
|
need it when you hang from a rope |
|
Cause of death: |
|
Obvious from your suicide note |
|
The last words that filled the page: |
|
if no one will listen than no one |
|
will miss me when Im gone |
|
Across town his dad falls asleep all alone |
|
Never knowing he was never going to come home |
|
The last thoughts that filled his head |
|
Ill tell him Im sorry Ill |
|
say I regret what I did |
|
Its your life |
|
Ill live my own life instead |
|
His bedrooms filled with emptiness tonight |
|
As the silence cuts through like a knife |
|
Knowing hes not there |