Do you remember me? Do you know my middle name?
It is I that is responsible for you hating, I am to blame,
I am the lost boy they laugh at, the bottle of destruction by my side,
You said you would save me, that you’d hold on to me, I guess you lied.
I don’t sleep until I pass out, the ghost of a whisper, the shadow of a kiss,
Bad dreams, it is a fitful rest, I cry in the night over memories of those I miss,
The darkness, no comfort, but at least no one can see,
The tears, the heartache, the haunting; the missing parts of me.
The silence is stupid, a moronic sound of the night,
There are things that I would ask of Jesus but he loves only the light,
Frustrations fuelled by arseholes and I really miss my friend,
Frosted flowers, a gift left by her grave, nothing but pain in the end.