| You couldn’t run from what you became
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| From one who would vent his revenge
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| Through the time you were young
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| To look up to the put downs he gave instead
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| In all your darkest questions
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| You could never find the answers
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| This chance with death overcasting the way
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| Tempted to try the peace you could give
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| You would wear your torment on the inside
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| You’d hide it so well
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| Until you released it again
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| I thought i could help you
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| And you would weep to me
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| Reveal this withered spirit
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| Pour out your soul
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| Let me share your misery
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| And sometimes I saw myself in you
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| Recognised the colourless feelings
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| We shared relief in knowing we were not alone
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| I couldn’t convince you to believe
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| The hope had already gone
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| You’d suffered alienation for far too long
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| You’d resigned to the description
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| When you took your own life
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| Your past would never leave
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| You had already died
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| The night you chose the ending
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| I can see those sbtle warnings
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| Pass like it was meant to be
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| But I am just as quilty
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| Bet you don’t miss it here |