Will they ever know what is to be had,
what can I say with words;
or will the thought of true joy just seem a fad,
there is nothing I can say that hasn't been heard.
Can I myself show anyone else,
in they eyes of those who've seen enough;
how far I dropped, how far I fell,
sorrow enough for two lives stuffed.
Tattered and mangled, pain for the ones I love,
would I gladly bear it if I were able;
I will not forget the promise from above,
however wretched the hurt , however unstable.
More distant as I walked close to them,
how could they know my thoughts;
every hour and minute, more caving in,
when they didn't know my heart, my lot.
Life was a empty pleasure that didnt last for long,
running to nowhere, getting there fast;
moving to the steps of a familar resounding song,
until I arrived, every moment now in the past.
The death that I had to die,
brings laughter to some and makes others cry,
a few believed the others denied,
but its the opinnion of the one who matters most,
in the end , thats the truth I buy.