No one would listen
no one could hear
the cries of the lonely boy
though they were near
...
Well I've got this guitar, that usually sings
A couple pills, and some scars
And I gently pluck all the strings
While gazing at the stars
...
Step at the gate, it's a promise to sing
step in the chapel and see
to sing, to cry, to fly again
yet you still make a smile for me
...
Tears of blood fled my eyes
though he begged me not to cry
but words only slit my wrist
and love was now hidden by the mist
...