I asked you how he's doing the day before he died You said he's doing fine, we're all just doing fine About a week ago, I watched his body lowered down Now no one's doing fine and I am less and less around I'm sick to death and scared that I might actually be the culprit I didn't spend much time with him and no one seemed to notice His lust for life was squandered when he lost his loving friends Believe he actually was a corpse before his life had ended The final letter seemed despondent as if he wasn't there One more summer and you could've been amongst the world you feared You were happy, don't understand how it could all be fake Your smile glowing but your eyes reflected shame Sorrowful and somber-filled, your family didn't help Your sister was the one with issues that they had to deal with now Now life is but a memory and death is in full swing Your skin that held together bone is promptly decaying Family gathered 'round to see an issue unresolved Why couldn't you have told a friend that might've helped it all? Identify the body, the father pleaded so All that laid was flesh, no longer occupied a soul Delicate and calm, the father witnessed his son's fate The bullet hole that entered had an exit just the same And I've been wrapping these tragedies in plastic And throwing them away amidst the trash that I inhabit Madness, it’s tragic I'm clogging up my feelings with this sickness that is sadness I asked you how he's doing the day before he died You said he's doing fine, we’re all just doing fine