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In time, can these wounds be healed by themselves?

And can I move on? Can I forget?

In time, will the questions answer for themselves? What led him to this end?

And would he have hidden it all, if he knew, that

All of the pain that he pushed deep inside,

Would put him through hell 'til he had no place left to hide?

What could have saved him from himself?

What could have stopped his early end in this blank suicide?

So cold, and empty inside,

He broke free, of life he denied

Reaching for something to help him get by,

Finding that nothing could save him he said goodbye.

As in life.

Six years pass and life goes on,

A thousand tears can't change what he's done,

Memories die but pain lives on,

Pictures fade, tears dry, and I must move on.

As in life, Not in death, (As in life)

As in life, Not in death,

Lost along the way, he said goodbye.

If only he had seen the pain we felt as we stood at his grave...

If only he had seen the tears he could never wipe from his own mother's eyes...

So cold, and empty inside,

He broke free, of life he denied

Reaching for something to help him get by,

Finding that nothing could save him he said goodbye.

And left a life he could not face,

He chose to force his fate,

But not in death...

As in life.