In desperation he dies alonenhis heart aint beating, I hold my ownnnothing that I’ve donencould change this outcomenso pack your bag son, you’re going homennand in the papers that people readnthey hear the story but they won’t seenhis great depressionnand all the lessonsnhe inadvertently taught to menni swear to god that I’m not insanenbut all the faces, they look the sameni’m freaking out nownand I don’t know how nthe feelings change but the words remainnni sit and wait but you’ll never shownyou never paid off the debt you owednthe pain that broke us, I’m losing focusni realize i am so alonennsome days all you ever see is painnenough to make you go insanensome days it’s all you seencut skin to the bone with your bladenand don’t you ever be afraidnwhy can’t I be the same?nnsweet november, it slides awaynand leaves me longing for better daysnbut winter trapped menthis cant be happeningnhappiness was so far awaynnthe nights are endless the days go byni couldn’t save you, but god I triedna different lifestyle, I left for a whilenso death could take you alone to diennsome days all you ever see is painnenough to make you go insanensome days it’s all you seencut skin to the bone with your bladenand don’t you ever be afraidnwhy can’t I be the same?nnand I can not look past nanything at allnthe police lights flashnas the curtain falls