When you look around
The circumstance
And you think about
The occurrence
You know no one can judge
What happened to you
[I wish he was dead]
A face on a wall
And a face behind your eyes
Can you tell me how to act
Under pain of your mind
You'll never touch a small hand
Ever see the closed eyes
Tears run across your face
You'll never break the emptiness
And you hear your cry again
You don't to listen to reason
They just all commiserate you
The only help you think about
Somebody should die