Little boy Johnny, middle name Moe, was walking...
With a knife in his hand and a gun in his pocket...
Today… I have decided,
To write my pain in this slate...
How we wish we could say "we love you"...
That your here with us; happy, well and fine...
Laying on my cold bed
Staring at the sky...
My heart is pounding lightly
My muscles are weak...
I remember that one horrible night...
I saw that helicopter light...
Dear Diary,
Diary, guess what? I have to go away...
That day started out as any other,
It was finally my day out...
You lie so broken in your world,
there is no more light, no bliss...
I Saw Him Lying In The Casket Peacefully Asleep
And My Ears Drowned In The Sounds Of My Family...
I got flowers today, it wasn't any type of special...
I got flowers today it wasn't my birthday or any...
Surrounded by shadows, drowned by tears,
choked by words, bounded to fears...