one dark night, he's all alone,
just him and the knife,
he's cold in his own zone,
he's staring into space,
wrote his suicide note already,
he's having a hard time keeping a straight face,
the tears keep rolling from his heart, deep and heavy,
he's crying for the lost times,
he's tired of feeling unwanted, all these times,
maybe if someone asked if he was okay,
he would be here today,
and be here to say,
that he made it through the day,
that he found something worth living for,
and it was something he had to live for in any way,
but he cant' see it, not anymore,
no purpose, no reason, to be here anymore,
he's lost the will to live, for sure,
he's gone, left into his own world,
there's no one left to live for,
he's done, he's tired, he doesn't want to live for this war,
he thinks that he means nothing in your eyes,
that you don't care about him, he's just another guy,
but he loves you, he can't have you, so he has to make a disguise,
telling you about this girl, that's breaking his heart,
that makes him want to die, and go back to the start,
forget he ever loved her and forget her name,
that when he would remember her, he wouldn't feel any pain.
that when he looks at her, he knows there's nothing to gain,
because she doesn't feel the same way, not the same way at all,
there's nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing but fall,
because he loved this girl, he really did,
but now he has nothing to say as the knife sticks in his skin,
he wants to call her and tell her how much she meant to him,
but he would be a bother, just another guy on the phone,
so he's tearing up, he's losing it, 'cause he's all alone,
he's tired of seeing the things that he's seeing,
seeing him touch her, and hate within his very being,
he's tired, he's sick, he doesn't see the purpose,
so he's gone, he's left, he's feeling worthless,
he can't believe that to her, he wasn't worth it,
he's just another guy, why wouldn't he be hurt by this?