Your mind wont stop swirling from the smoke inside your head
pass each day with broken thoughts, of "ifs" or "maybe then"
the death you hold between your fingers, now has taken time
the young boy who used to feel, is now numb inside
you treasure each breath you take that will soon destroy
every intention that you gave to me, or anyone you hold
now i can not stand this pain that you give to everyone
i take your bag away and take your death that would soon come
you scream and stomp forcing cries upon your face
the dark alley creeks of every darkness, fear and hate
you run up to my dark hopeless heart and grab your life away
holding on so dearly to the depended one you make
i try to step away from the one i thought i knew
to see him such a way like this, makes me want to puke
shining brightly from my pocket in my leather coat
smooth and metal object to make my pain into his hurt
tears start climbing down my face, its sad that i can see
his life being taken away, sadly enough, by me
"bang" calls the dark,wet alleys echoing to report
that i shot my brother in the head, for his smoking sport
lying across his preserved body, blood streaming down his chest
I'm bawling now, in disbelief.. this is what i did
i throw away my pistol, angry that it let me kill
happy that i let me shoot ,the boy thought life was fair
sad enough to miss him though, I've lived throughout my time
of being beside him, even when he wouldn't claim my life
