Here's To The Kid
Here's to the kid who's brain don't work
And his fingers hurt
From strangling himself
Mentally
Inside of his head
And as he lays on his bed
Overcome with a sudden sense of dread
That he's dead to the world
Nobody remembers his name
Or where he came from
He's just suddenly there
But they don't seem to care
So he just fades into the background
Another face in the crowd
And he never gets loud
'Cause he's afraid of being shushed
To the point of extinction.
He lives inside his imagination
But his mind's a dark creation
A perfect imitation
Of the demons
That live inside his head
And make him wish he was dead
It fills him up with pain
To the point where he thinks
That he's got nothing to gain
And so he looses
All his weight
All his faith
All his hope and
All his love
All his human emotion
Now he can't hardly even function
He can barely keep going
So he decides that he should just stop.
Here's to the kid of disappeared last night
He didn't hardly have a life
What's the point in pretending
If there's no reason to go on?
And that, my friends, is why
This kid is now
Gone.
