This song is true, every word
it's about a friend who committed a murder
he didn't hurt anyone else, he chose the step of fate
he couldn't take it anymore, he took his own life
He was always happy and lively and always full of laughter
none of the rest of us really understood how it was
he had trouble at home, at school as well
yet it was something that we never he understood
I STILL DON'T GET IT
HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND
HIS LIFE BECAME A TRAGEDY
MAYBE THE IRONY OF FATE
He ended up quite early in society's system
himself he was considered a big problem
he was sent far away from here
the last thing I remember was him crying on the phone
the last thing he saw was a sawed off rifle
now is he never here with us anymore
the only thing left is the memory of a friend
and two empty cartridges and a splatter of blood in a bed
I STILL DON'T GET IT
HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND
HIS LIFE BECAME A TRAGEDY
MAYBE THE IRONY OF FATE