crown the lost

he is trying to be sleeping
he wants to be dreaming
but the past is knocking at his head
he is sick and tired of grieving
hes crying so hard he stopped breathing
only if there was no such thing as dead
ive never seen him cry b4
he hides it from the world
when he starts it makes me wonna cry even more

it feels like im screaming inside
i no longer want to be alive
but his pride pushes me on
i wont give up until hes gone
and until then ill just read this ballad

there is more than one death out of a suicide
one bullet could end so many more lives
but i refrain from counting
i remember the friday when he died
everything in my life was swept aside
and my circle began its rounding
i cant say ive ever felt that y i felt
and the result is something i cant hide from the world
blurried eyes, runny nose and a heart in welts

it feels like im screaming inside
i no longer wonna be alive
but his pride pushes me on
i wont give up until hes gone
and until then i will just read this ballad

crown the lost
burn the remains
pay the cost
or feel the pain
hatred is hollow
and its somthing we must swallow
for the rest of our long lives
with or without our own suicide

now somthing is missing
and my world keeps shifting
so much has changed
and im so rearanged
he keeps on grieving
crying and not breathing
he wants to be sleeping
he wants to be dreaming

it feels like im screaming inside
i no longer want to be alive
but his pride pushes me on
i wont give up until hes gone
and until then i will read this ballad

the king of my life
i praise him
he stills the night
and makes it dim
i can understand
what he was shooting for
his own brain
y would u want anything more?






JC





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