You

He sits alone in the cold corner,
Wondering what to do,
Confessing his darkest secrets,
To somebody, he thought was you.

He was blinded by the lies you laid,
He was blinded by the tears you made,
He could never forget the things you did,
Nor will he ever let them fade.

He wonders what he had done wrong,
For people to hate him as much as you,
Still, he never could find the reasons,
Why he still loves you.

You could never contain your anger,
You could never admit you were wrong,
Still you never could just let him be,
And now he can't hold on strong.

Every time you saw right past him,
He knew what was to come,
But he knew he had to act happy,
Cos it would worry some.

Everyday became a challenge,
To wake up and let the sun flow,
Through his body,
From there on in he knew the day was gonna be low.

Somehow every day's events occur exact,
He would walk down the street,
Looking around him everywhere,
The bullies he had to beat.

You, the culprit of the crime,
Were suppose to be his best friend,
But knowing you, you hated him,
And would never tell him, this is the end.

You thought it would sick into his head,
That you did what you thought was right,
And every time he would have a blow to his skull,
That he thought you would stick up and fight.

But you were to reason why this happened,
Day in and day out,
You never saw him cry,
You never saw him shout.

He would sit alone at lunch,
Wishing that his friend would come,
But you were out with the cool people,
Cool to everyone.

You thought you were cool,
That you fitted in well,
Everything he told you,
You would go and tell.

Every night he would ring you,
And ask him why he didn't fight,
Any excuse would come up,
And he would accept it, alright.

Not once did it kill you to see him like that,
On the floor in a bloody mess,
He knew that he wasn't perfect,
But he knew you were the best.

At home his life was far from perfect,
His mother had passed on, only when he was seven,
His father was a drug addict and violent man,
He only thought his mum would be looking on from heaven.

His mum was such a nice woman,
His father was a rich successful man,
They had so much lined up,
It was all going to plan.

But he never really knew his parents,
His father would always be at work or away,
His mother would never be at home,
And every night he would pray.

Pray that his parents would be OK,
That they would always be around,
When the police came to the door,
He just fell to the ground.

His mother had been shot,
Shot in the head, twenty nine times,
He could never believe anything,
Anything that was going through his mind.

But you never accepted that,
He could crumble at any time,
You were the best thing to him,
Your the best thing he could find.

He did not look hard,
He thought he had found something great,
He never knew,
You were a fake.

He sits alone in the cold corner,
Wondering what to do,
Confessing his darkest secrets,
To somebody, he thought was you.