There's no real reason

Why we're here or why we die

Just a simple trick of fate

These emotions of love and hate

It started when we were young

We were carefree and mostly dumb

But we weren't too blind to see

The innocents dying; 1, 2, 3

As young as we once were

We could still feel death's cold shiver

Always an accident that was blamed

The driver too fast or it was just a game

But as we got older

These deaths got colder

More detailed and way too close to home

Reading the words engraved in stone

Now I'm sitting here looking back

To the last death and the skins not black

Just a week or two ago

He lost all sight of hope

With a gun to his head and a bottle to his lips

How easy it is to lose sight of dreams

And regret becomes their funeral themes

Now who are we to blame

If blaming can wash away the pain

Death was bad enough before

And now suicide steps up to the floor

It started when we were young

We were carefree and happy and mostly dumb

But we weren't to blind to see

The innocents dying

...1...2...3...