There is a story about a boy, it's so sad because it's true.

He is now heart-broken by someone he knew.

Seasons pass, but the boy remains the same.

All alone, just slowly going insane.

Tormented by all the things you said.

A prisoner trapped within his own head.

This boy was so pure; he could see the wrong and the right.

But he's so weak now, he hasn't got the might.

His heart now, is much like that of a crumbling wall.

All he wanted you to do was to catch him when he would fall.

His sorrow knows no bounds, his pain has no end.

He only wanted you to be his best friend.

He is empty, the light left his very eyes.

He knows all of this and that is why he crys.

His soul used to sparkle, much like the sun.

It's now filled with red hate because of all that you've done.

That boy now cries out every night at the very sea.

I know this because, that sad boy is me...