There is a darkness
That sits in the back of your mind
We spent our youth creating futures
Where we both would have our time
We were 15, so naive
And blinded by possibilities
We used to feel so alive
What dulled your shine?

But there has got to be a better way
Then drowning in this hateful place
The look inside your mother’s eyes
When she found you blacked out on the couch
Waiting to die

And at the bottom of every bottle
There is a silence
Where you question
Your existence
Denying the fact that maybe there is
More to life than this

But there has got to be a better way
Then drowning in this hateful place
The look inside your mother’s eyes
When she found you blacked out on the couch
Waiting to die

And now the world
Will never know
The brother that I’ve
Grown to love
And I blame myself
Cause I didn’t realize
The sadness that consumed
Was always hidden by your smile

February 11th, the darkest day
I hope your soul will rest easy
And you’re no longer in pain

But there has got to be a better way
Then drowning in this hateful place
The look inside your mothers eyes
When she found you blacked out on the couch
Waiting to die