One two three four
Woah
Nothing changed
When he died
You can smile
You can cry
Count the hours
You're alive
And go play with knives
Till your own demise
I think more than anything
I just wanna say that
I think you're and idiot
I'd write rhymes and songs
If I thought that It would help
I'd right all of my wrongs
If I thought that It could help
I'd find all of my friends
And still keep to myself
I'd know that you were sad
But would not know how you felt