Drowning - Merkules

He was thirteen, moving on to high school

Didn’t know a soul, only cause he didn’t try to

His first day he was nervous at the thought of it

Tried to tell his mom but she never would acknowledge him

And so the only one he really could trust

Was his pride and his dignity, his word and his gut

Dressed in all black he would walk into the classroom

Based off first impressions they would label him a bad dude

He never knew that he needed to find himself still

He never knew that these people could try to help still

And so he’d go about his day without a sentence

Wouldn’t say a word yet his name was always mentioned

In the smoke pit most kids were fearious

Knew he had a problem and they knew that it was serious

Showed up to the games but he sat out all the periods

Seated at his table he was able to put fear in 'em

Nobody knew who he was, but they did know

He was sort of strange so they’d call him a schizo

Talk a bunch of shit and then they’d label him weird

Cause they couldn’t stand their own fucking face in the mirror

Nobody knew who he was, but they did know

He was sort of strange so they’d call him a schizo

Talk a bunch of shit and then they’d label him weird

Cause they couldn’t stand their own fucking face in the mirror

Class ended, he was headed back home

On that same old bike he would pedal that road

Felt like he was wanted when he never had hopes

Little did he know what the Devil had chose, cause

He came home and that door was wide open

His mom sprawled out on the floor, her pipe broken

Reaching for the phone as his grief hit the surface

To him this was proof he was weird for a purpose

Despite pain he dialled those three digits

Standing in the rain, he waited for ten minutes

But never shed a tear it’s making him gain interest;

Is it a state of shock?

If not he must have did this

They made him wait in the lobby down at the hospital

And he could tell that they thought that he was responsible

His mom’s pills got spilled, he grabbed a pocketful

Instead of trying to run he did the last thing possible

Nobody knew who he was, but they did know

He was sort of strange so they’d call him a schizo

Talk a bunch of shit and then they’d label him weird

Cause they couldn’t stand their own fucking face in the mirror

Nobody knew who he was, but they did know

He was sort of strange so they’d call him a schizo

Talk a bunch of shit and then they’d label him weird

Cause they couldn’t stand their own fucking face in the mirror

It wasn’t logical but still he felt the need to do it

He was strange and it bothered him all the people knew it

He took his own life, he never had to tell them why

The sacrifice that he thought would make him a better guy