The SecretI want the secret of loss,
How to avoid it,
Too only ever keep.
Well the secret,
Is that I can't,
No, I cannot keep.
I always loose.
When I make a friend,
I loose them before I get to know them,
And what I've come to realize,
Is that you never really know someone,
Until it's too late.
You don't see the pain,
Or the true inside of a person,
Until they've thrown themselves of a roof.
You don't see how the sorrow flows,
Until they've bled themselves out.
You don't realize how alone they feel,
Until they leave you alone.
You don't see them,
Until they're no longer there to see.