• It was on a warm summer day

    my mom came by and all I could hear her say

    "He's dead...He died."

    "in surgery," she had not lied.

    The tears we shed

    Real and then he said

    one year later, "he's dead."

    Another one has bit the dust

    and my heart has become covered in rust

    Lifelong friends, passed away

    and all you could ever hear me say

    "why why why"

    I would silently cry

    with the coldest eyes you've ever seen

    everything she said sounded mean

    The coldest eyes

    the saddest sighs

    the tears she sobbed

    the fear, what was robbed

    And in the Coldest eyes you'll ever see

    That is what became of me.