there was this friend of mine, needed something we couldn’t give convenient
answers and a cheap way out killed himself without actually dying, took a
blunt lie and gouged out his mind and i can’t xcept that he’s found the
answers to those questions i’ll be trying to solve until i die and i can’t
accept that he’s somehow “better off” because the answers aren’t that simple
we always *ssumed he wasn’t either and i want his beautiful religion to burn
because steve’s dead… i wasn’t offered the chance to say goodbye.