Alone (So Cold)

The room gets cold at night.
The person in it feels so alone, and so desperate
To be loved but knows they won't ever fit in
And so they decide to give up the fight.

They've held on for too long.
Bullied at school and abused at home.
What is the point anymore?
A wasted life was all they had. It was so wrong.

The song they wrote lies on the table.
It talks about depression and cuts.
And the blood is on the curtains.
Believe me, this is no fable.

The tears begin to fall from their face.
But the mind inside is made up.
The death seems so appealing
And it means they'll win this race.

"Goodbye my Mum, Goodbye my Dad
You won't miss me; I know that for a fact
But at least give me a good funeral.
I loved you until the end. Even though you were bad."

The note gets read over and over again.
Slipped into a pocket and they were ready.
The cyanide lay in a bottle on the side.
They drink it and now the world is sane.

Who loved this person? Who cared? Who knew?
They were just another person lost to the suicide game
Just another, jumping on the bandwagon.
Or were they genuine? They were alone and that's what they do.

But what they didn't know was of someone in class
Who loved them with all they had.
They heard the news and killed themselves too.
A modern day Romeo and Juliet, a modern day lad and lass.

And so the story ends,
And I say my final goodbye.
The people involved were alone and so cold.
Now (for a better life) they've turned a bend.