He holds his head up but He\'s stumbling,
popped those pills now he\'s mumbling,
every thought is more troubling than the last,
he grabs the gun and sits to reflect on his past
please don\'t judge him, you don\'t know what he\'s seen,
or the demons within that burst his mind at its seems,
look into his eyes, its the last thing you\'ll see before this tired boy dies,
that was the last time he could be hurt by your lies,
this is the end he\'s all out of tries,
gun to his head, he cocks it and closes his eyes,
time stops yet simultaneously flies,
blood runs down his sweater covered in cigarette burns,
he sees the light he knows it\'s his turn,
how to hid the pain in the drugs is all he ever learned