Rolling, ever so far away

Strolling past with nothing to say

A boy haven fallen

A boy deeply pained

A boy cut up inside

A boy with a heart stained

A happy life feigned

Memories which pained

On the sidewalk breathing

On the sidewalk bleeding

In the circle as one

Outside it as none

Life lacking fun

Wishing it done

A roll-away skateboard

A cut up shoulder

A cut up shoulder

One day older

One day more to fake

One day more to try

To die.

Lost in the world

In yet another accident

The blood on his shoulder

Wishing it was over

And he hurled

Hurled... hurled the purpose

Life's meaning in his heart

Will it be over?

This time?

Or... will he start over?

Of could it be true

That he could start anew?

And get in his feet

Just  because of you?