He wrote a letter
That still sits on his bed
Years after he put the pen down
"This life's too tough for me to handle"
He wrote in bright red ink
And everyone wishes he was still there
He disappeared somewhere in the West
It's been five years
They're still awaiting his return
Still expecting him
And little do they know
He's not around anymore
His possessions aren't around anymore
He gave everything away
Gave himself away
His room is empty
Save for that letter
That still sits on his bed
That letter still sits on his bed
Lonely and depraved
Getting older by the day
Slowly rotting as time goes by
And no one knows
What its fate will be















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