When does this world begin
When does this torture end...

I was holding on so hard
Our hold on each other was solid...

I walk this road
Alone I know...

Wind blowing a fog
Cold seeping deeper into brittle bones...

A lost step
A forgotten chance...

Like diamonds falling from the winter sky
They come as often as a suicidal teens tears...

I look into his eyes
They just look down...

The shot rings out around the world
I know my best friend is gone...

You left me crying on a street corner
I was feeling like sh*t...

I am not broken
I am too bent one to many dents...

We were 5 strangers
With a internal tie...

Through my bloodied wrist
And my dried veins...