It was the best

Me and him

Him and me

He saved me

But I couldn’t do the same

He cut and he bled 

From what’s going on in his head

As he lays in that coffin 

And I fill with dread

“It’s your fault all your fault!”

His mother screams and cries

“It’s your fault all your fault!”

His sister yells then dies

And I cry and I beg

But the pain still in my head

That he died all alone

Now rotting to the bone

As I thrive 

And thrive

But cut

Just to cut

And I am nothing

But to blame

Because he died all alone

With no place to call home

As I shout to myself

“It’s his fault not mine!”

But deep down inside

I know who‘s to blame

And it’s a shame

Because he needed someone

And that someone was me

Yet I wasn’t there 

Now I lay with despair 

So I cut my hair

To look like his
But I still won’t die 

Till the time is right 

Yet there’s no one to blame

But me

“It’s my fault not his.”

I tell the truth 

I am nothing but youth

And truth be told

It was me

I wasn’t there

To pat his hair

And to lay in despair 

With him

So I cry

Because he’s gone

I wanna die

Because he’s gone

But I can’t

Because I’m alive

To remember him by 

Before I die

And say goodbye