Blood...
Running down his arm...

Sadness
in your smile...

Depressed again...
not knowing why...

Depressed again...
not knowing why...

Eating at...
Never get it off his...

He grabs the gun...
Loading his last shell...

The one he wants he can not have...
He knows it will never be...

Sitting with the friend...
When sitting there is no dark...

He must go back...
Back to the part of himself...

He wants it so
He could not let it be...

Everyday he hopes...
hopes it will be the day...

He said he would bring...
bring the ocean...