You were just a young man-a whole life ahead of you
But inside your mind it was gray and clouded
Nothing but coldness and darkness to think of
You saw no good in the world you lived in
There was no point in going on with living
So you took life into your own hands

You took the rope
Tied it around your neck
Your mother found you there
Hanging from a tree

If I had known you were in that state
I would have reached out to you
Maybe I could have given you hope
Maybe I would not have had those dreams of you coming back

But you're gone
And you're not coming back
The world can be cruel
Sometimes the good die young

Sometimes the good die young

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