He pulled out the jun
that you kept away from him
he couldn't stand all the fusing
about how he could have it better
he couldn't do any better
his eyes full of tears
his face pale and sweaty
you can't stop him form what he's doing
he points the weapon to his head
pulls the trigger
gasping breaths and cries
so can you imagine this boy dies?
he felt like a failure an worthless son
now he cant pass on his last name for anyone
i hope you realize what just happened
his wishes was ever to held for truth
