memories..

A face full of tears, a body in the bed,

a gun down on the floor, a bullet to the head.

Couldn't stand the pain, all the countless years,

couldn't stand the hurt, so many damn tears.

She smiled, she laughed, nothing was wrong,

but now they know that wasn't true as they sing the suicide song.

You thought it was over, your story did end,

such a shocked daddy and now scarred best friend.

The silence so loud, but there is no sound,

arm full of cuts, the blood running down.

Your poor mom walks in, now she is screaming,

your sister sees now, they wish they were dreaming.

Laying down in bed, with a bullet to the head,

its too late now, because now you are dead.

Memories will fade, no memories to save,

so why put these flowers, up on my grave.

Laying in the casket, watching them all grieve,

How it breaks their heart, that you had to leave.

A face full of tears, your dead was so hurried,

a handful of broken hearts, as your body is getting buried.