the blinding sounds of the gun's quick rounds,
the world's youth that escapes truth,
the intentions true, they came from you,
and yet here i sit, a candle unlit.


"run through the street,
and then we'll meet",
the words came from him,
the man made from sin.


and while the truth lays bare,
the lies are what they share,
from dusk till dawn,
are we all not but a pawn?


way be me out in the sea,
and while i travel i cannot see,
where i am; who is me?
and i cannot remember what became of me.


i wished you well as you fell asleep,
and saw your eyes as you fell so deep,
so low, so gone, so empty, "so long",
and never after i saw again,
the face of yours that was not wrong,
and i wish you well, my good friend.


and yet all he did was cry,
because life just kept passing by,
nobody wanted to say hi,
and he could no longer try.