But when was the cut?
When was that day?
What caused it?
Why was I cut open,
My soul from my body?

Was it that night?
When I found Jason in the street,
That night he lay dead,
A simple suicide,
One of so many,
But one was enough.

Or was it that night?
When Amanda died
Hanging there, alone, in the dark
The gentle breeze blowing her hair
Making her seem alive,
For just a second.

But that dream was broken
As my eyes light on her face
It was contorted and twisted
As she gasped for breath
In her final moments,
Alone, at the top of her mast.

The second time,
Wasn't that enough?
Jason, a single shell
Amanda, a boat and a rope

But was it that night?
When Sean fell still
In his own bedroom
Sad, alone, until the end
The end by his friends
His escape

Three gone,
When will the pain end?
Jason, a single shell
Amanda, our boat
And now Sean, his drugs

But I know only this,
It was the last night.
The night Amelia left.
Slipped away in the bed,
Alone in a hospital room

A coma, three weeks
I waited, and waited some more
Never sleeping, only hoping
Hoping for her to open her eyes
And for her, at least,
To be alright

But no, she never did wake,
She died alone,
Nobody to hold her,
As she breathed her last

Jason, a single shell
Amanda, a lone mast
Sean, his syringes
And now I lost Amelia
My dearest friend
She fell still,
For her own mistakes
Just another druggie

And that's all we are
Just another group of druggies
The scum of the world
Who chose the darker road,
The road to Hell
Until we are all naught but a memory
A scar upon the Earth

Sean, who slipped away one dark December night
Amanda, hanging from our sailboat's mast
Jason, a single shot ended all
Amelia, oh Amelia, so young
Shattered by a single night
A single overdose
That pulled you from me

Sajar, to cut open,
Sean, the first cut
Amanda, the next tear
Jason, cutting me open
Amelia, breaking my mind
Ripping my mind,
Tearing my soul
And destroying me forever

But I'm just another one,
And I pray I'm next....