he lays here, still waiting.
dreams, hopes, fantasies.
all contemplating.
its time you realize,
were mean to be.
we'll never find another,
if only you could see.
he's had a shot of this,
and popped this bottle.
and smoked some of this,
but still a rolemodel.
beyonds of drepression,
are behind all that.
he dies still inside,
from that silly "little chat."
it broke him to pieces,
though he still displays a smile.
but he still feels the pain,
even after a while.
check his arms,
check his wrists.
stare into the lines,
for the stories they enlist.
check out the scars,
they are the same.
they seem to spell out,
a perticular name.
no one understands,
so no one can save him.
even if his smile's bright,
his heart is still dim.

he still lays in pain,
staring at this open vein.
for its not blood rushing through,
but all his love for you.
and it keeps bleeding..