They brought it in The same light wood The colour of your skin Adorned with those flowers So fragile, so thin Your eyes would have sparkled By the sight of this musical, glistening mourning A whole casket with a lived life within When I saw your face on my screen This haunted night Bloody, beaten, dead on scene My throught und muscles  They clenched tight My teacher, my friend My dreamer, my light We were to young  To live a life like this Wandering through barely breathing citys These times with you that I will miss Catching trains at long abandoned stations Feeling the wind in my hair like cold rain Talking about goals, dreams, politics, and nations Never thought you'd ever need a cane Our last eye-to-eye was a quick encounter. You asked for something I did not want you to have You were already sick to your brain, knees, and calves But I loved you; I needed you, breaking my soul into halves. I hate seeing their faces on the streets They won't ever know I was with you that eave They don't know what they've brought over me But even if they did, they wouldn't care They don't care for me I just guess it's my fault For being in too deep For always running away For ending up with the freaks For not handling life as well as I should For being deeply to caring for a user in my neighbourhood But I know you weren't just a boy with a past You were my teacher, my friend, my dreamer, my last It should have been you in that casket, you prick Why would you die a death like that Be gone in a flick? You left me alone with the things once taught Now I'm just me with a past and a week of sought