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Hungry Minds

And I lay in bed thinking I am the evidence of a good boys death Wondering why exactly he did it Why the priest didn't see his last breath And all the churches blame the sinners because they have no one else to take the blame They get in for the attention Thinking it's all just a game When they always told the boy someday he'd be something Then they found the note A note that explained nothing: I am further from the sun Traveled too far, missed the only one Cut the pages after this time Silence spoke to the lonely gun Sudden light, cold silver steel Chapter ends, you can't feel Soaked in pain, the red and blind Was there only one? The infection leaking through We all know what's really going on Behind their white washed smile They think we created the gun And all the parents blame the music cause they can't face that it's them They try to hide behind their children They don't know, we see right through them And they always said you'll never be something Then they found the note that to them explained nothing: On looking upon this picture Taking away from its beauty It was something I knew existed only in dreaming A harsh grave, and early end Your life without me soon will start For what do I live for, if you can't see me? Not only am I invisible to you I am disappearing to the rest of the world and nobody even knows A daily routine of pills Searching for some hint of where you are The game is up, it's clear to me It's when forever just doesn't seem long enough And I would be lonely If this was in my head And I would be scared If I knew I caused the end Written March 26, 2004

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