Lilies Lay

Lilies lay
upon her bed
the place she thought of him
the place she bled

Memories revisited
as he lies in her place
missing her touch
missing her face

every night you will find him
at his own bedside
asking and praying
"Why was she to have died?"

There was the girl that played the flute
in the school marching band
There was the kid that held the pistol
tightly gripped into his hand

And what about the boy
who had finally reached his goal
he was now school president
but he had no control

One day this young man came to school
infuriated with pain
not only that
but he was hyped on cocaine

On this day 3 students died
at the hands of one
He shot her in the head and him in the chest
and he thought he had won

Then he looked at his own life
I didn't think he would pull it
But this was also the day that he lost Russian roulette
against his own bullet