Right.. I got told to write a song for my Friend's...
Bleed for me...

This will not be a rhyming poem,
It may not be a poem at all...

You say I'm the bad kid,
The one that makes you sad...

Can't you see me
Standing here...

The dead have nothing to lose,
They have nothing to gain...

On the day you went away,
Goodbye was all I had to say...

I smile in my sleep
Thinking about him...

I thought this knife in my hand
Would make me feel sane...

All the time I sat
With my head in my hands...

I want this pain to go away
But will it? Does it? No...

IF I'm invisible
Why do they stare...

You remember the first time you ever saw him,
How he turned to you and smiled...