I met a guy who made me believe
That love isn't just some sick, twisted dream.
I met a guy
Who called me beautiful,
And for once in my life,
I believed it was true.
I met a guy who made me feel alive-
Every word, every tease felt like a dream.
I met a guy who walked down a road
Lit by nothing except the dull light in his eyes.
He walked down that street,
His hands in his pockets,
And he made friends with someone
Who made him believe nonsense.
The words he whispered to that poor, sweet boy
Were lies disguised as truth
And something he couldn't ignore.
That innocent boy
Soon made friends with another-
A knot so tight
That would pull him under.
The knot made its mark
On that poor boy's neck and heart,
And freed him of his soul that fell into the dark.
The boy hasn't talked
Or even felt since then
Because he took his final breath
As he reached the end.
That day I met an angel,
Happy and braced;
That poor little angel
Lost all of his grace.
Now he's far above me
In another pleasant nightmare,
And he's left me down here,
As I wish that I was there.