I find myself here riding horseback, listening to music on the anniversary of the day you died.

He was my best friend, I tried to help him

But he traded everything, for suffering

And found himself alone

I watched the lying, turn into hiding

With scars on both his lips, his fingertips

Were melted to the bone

But I can still remember what his face looked like

When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!

Gun would do the trick, get it over with

You're better off

To take all you've got and burn it on the spot

Just to get high, (high)

Three days no sleeping, he gave up eating

He sold his mother's rings, she said nothing

And pretended not to know

He started stealing, to supply the feeling

Found out he pulled a knife, on someone's wife

And held it to her throat

But I can still remember what his face looked like

When I found him in an alley in the middle of the night

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!

Gun would do the trick, get it over with

You're better off

To take all you've got and burn it on the spot

Just to get high (high)

Tell me what did, where you gone and hid?

Show me!

What you really want, was it what you got?

Slowly!

Circling the drain, throw it all away

Just to get high, (high)

High, oh!

High

(High, high)

High

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!

Tell me what you know! Tell me what you gone and done now!

Gun would do the trick, get it over with

You're better off

To take all that you've got and burn it on the spot

Just to get high, (high)

Tell me what did, where you gone and hid?

Show me!

What you really want, was it what you got?

Slowly!

Circling the drain, throw it all away

Just to get high

Just to get high

Circling the drain, throw it all away

Just to get high

The guy I like never talks to me unless we are paired during class. Everyone knows I have a major crush on him, and everyone says he likes me but I can't believe them. Every time we write short storys about our class mates, you never write about your friends, you write about me. When I look up during class you are always staring at me you always look away quickly when I notice.

The guy I like doesn't know how to talk to people. He's verry shy. When I'm out working on things in the machine shop he is always quietly watching me When I have trouble he silently walks over and quietly askes if he can help me with anything. I always say yes hoping he would hold a longer conversation with me.

The guy I like scares everyone. He's over six foot tall and always has a scowl on his face that terrifies people. Everyone at school calls him a sasquatch because of his size, But he is always quiet and gentle never trying to hurt or scare people.

Just now you text me saying lets hang out.Just now you punched me across the jaw for being late to meet you. Just now you pressed me aginst a wall and held your thumbs to my throat seeing how long it took for me to turn blue. Just now I asked for you to stop trying to take my shirt off. Just now I realized I should have left you in the begining.

I'm dying, not in the way of emotionally hurting, but in the physical way of my body is slowly deteriorating as I age. When I begged you to ride in your truck and listen to music, it was me wanting to be near you one last time when I could still hear you. When I begged for you to dance with me standing in your driveway while we were talking with our friends, it would be the only time I would have gotten to dance with me standing without braces on my legs or in a wheelchair.When I begged for you to hold my hand when I was wheeled into the hospital after trying to drive to your house, to see you one last time, when I could still feel the weight of your hands in mine. When I begged for you to let me ride with you you told me you didn't have any room for me to sit in your truck. When I begged for you to dance with me you said you were tired and didn't want to dance because it was pointless and stupid.When I begged for you to hold my hand you said you were busy with working on your trucks a party that weekend. What you didn't realize was that the party that weekend was supposed to be for me, to say my final goodbyes to my friends and family but I never made it.

I love you, no, I loved you. I use the old shirt you gave me as a pillowcase because it still smells like you. everytime I see you I run, trying to hide my emotions from you. I still feel your hands on my hips, your lips on my neck whispering love and praise to my soul. I still feel the rush of adrenaline from you driving 100 miles an hour down the highway listening to music as loud as we could get it. I miss us, but we could never stay in love. We were full of fire and desire. Beautiful untill the very end. I'm supposed to hate you but I still love you.

I saw you today, you were at my friends house mowing her yard. You saw me pull in, I had my radio up loud enough the whole town could probably hear it again. I parked my truck beside yours but you didn't know it was me. you always thought my truck belonged to by best friends boyfriend. You and him would talk for hours about my truck and yours, comparing this, discussing that. You never once thought it was mine till today. When I got out you walked over to me with a grin on your face , I guess you thought it was him and not me. When you finally spotted me your face fell a look of disappointment washing awaythat look of childish glee. You asked why I  was driving his truck and if he was just letting me borrow it for the weekend. It was then I realized you thought the truck was his. I had to explain that the truck was mine and he drove a car. I guess you thought it was him and every time you saw the truck it was him waving at you and not me you quit waving at me after that day.

Why did you get possessive of me when your best friend complimented me on my weight loss? You never mentioned me being smaller than I used to be

Why did you tell me that I shouldn't starve myself when you invited me to eat lunch with you? You told me you liked skinny people.

Why did you play the songs on your phone louder when I said I loved the artist? You said you hated that kind of music.

Why did you tell me I need to get a better nights sleep? You wouldn't let me leave your house that night so I slept in your arms.

Why didn't you tell me you found the razor in my house? All you did was flush my last chance at hope.

Why did you stay with me at the hospital when I tried to commit suicide? You said you hated hospitals, they reminded you of death. 

Why did you say I love you? You said love was childish and stupid.

Why did I love you? You never said to.

I saw you today, you were mowing a yard for one of the people that hire you. You were in that neon yellow T-shirt that makes you visible from down the road where my best friend lives. She asked me why it took so long to get out of my truck all I could reply was that it had been a long day with it only being 8:30 in the morning. It was that day I was over her family hired you to mow their lawn. You knocked on the door and without reason for concern I answered.  You stood there hand still raised to knock, frozen watching me with an unknown emotion shadowed across your face. All I could do was mumble a greeting letting you in the house while I went to get her mom to tell you what needed to be done to the yard. That was when my best friend found out it was you I had a crush on, I had tried to keep her from knowing for over a year but in a matter of seconds I could no longer hid it from her. Because there you stood in you old ratty Neon yellow T-shirt.