The Price We Pay
Starry eyed and gazing through the black hole
The boys longs for someone to make him whole
Trying to see things in an empty soul
Life too depressing he can’t pay the toll
His feet are sore from the weight of his shoulders
It feels like just yesterday he was only four
Stuck in hte storm, it can’t get much colder
Nobody there to save him, he can’t take it anymore
His pills on the nightstand, the boy accepts his fate
Nobody there to save him until it’s too late
Another casualty in an endless war
Killed in action is better than how it was before
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