Letra de Steven

yeah, look let me tell you about a kid named steven. He´s slowly running out of the things to believe in. Every couple of months, his mom leaves him. For no good reason, his step-dad beats him. Not to many friends, only ever a had a few of them, but recently they dont want anything to do with him. Always eating lunch in the bathroom stall. He just wants to feel normal and be cool again, yeah. Always feeling like the outcast. He´s been going crazy ever since his dad passed. He needs guidance and advice, but instead he only has breakdowns and flashbacks of the car crash. Uh, it´s been getting harder everyday. If he was still around everything would be okay. Cause his dad was always the light at the end of the tunnel. But now that same damn tunnel is looking dark and gray. He keeps quiet in the back of the class. And when the bell rings Steven hurries home fast. Scared to death the other kids will kick ass on the long walk home, cause it´s happened in the past so. He´s getting used to the black eyes and fat lips. But all he´s got is a fake smile and cut wrists. Wishin´ he could walk right up to them and show them the scars and say "look, you´re the reason that i´ve done this!" Maybe they would finally understand, and go back how it was before it all began. He´s just a lttle different so they taunt him and they beat him. Yeah it´s all just fun and games, they don´t give a damn! Yeah his older brother aint around, in and of jail, hanging with the wrong crowd. He´s been doing coke, smoking weed, getting drunk all his life, he´s ashamed. No, he´s not too proud. Now his habits are rubbing off on his little bro, yeah, but guess what? Little did he know that every time he did a line, every time he lit a joint, every time he took a shot, he would set the mode. So Steven´s sitting in his room getting high now. Doors locked, music up with the lights out. He just takes another toke, till the room fills with smoke. 5 6 7 hours till he knocks out. Now he stared stealing pills from his mom 8 9 10 at a time, and now they´re gone. And maybe for a moment, all his problems seem to fades too after not too long. And that´s when it really sinks in, it´s when it hits him ... That these god damn drugs won´t fix him. Curled up on the floor can´t take it anymore. Now he´s talking to god cause he´s the only one that gets him. On his knees, looking up, cant stop crying. ´God, i know we haven´t talked in a long time but this time i really need you please god, help me. Say something, just give e a sing. Because now i´m falling apart and i don´t think that i can do it. Please god, give me the strength to pull through it. Tell me, should i give up? i could end it all right now ... i just don´t know if i;m brave enough to do it. Cause there´s gotta be a better way than suicide try to wait it out give it time, you´ll be fine. But it´s been so long and i still haven´t been able to get a rid of all thoughts that i feel inside. So sick, so angry so mad. And to top it off, no one even knows that." Thats when he stood up wiped his tears, walked over to his desk, and got a pen and a notepad. He just couldn´t see it getting any better. So on a cold dark night in december, Steven knew exactly what he had to do. But first he sat down and wrote a coupLe letters one to his step-dad, one to his mother, couple kids at school, one to his brother. Bringing them the pain that they once brought him . Tear drop on the paper, one after another. "Yeah, i hope that you all feel guilty. Cause i´m broken now and you can;t heal me. And now you´re all accompliss of murder each and every one of you have chipped in to kill me. So the reason that i´m writing you this evening, is to say goodbye and tell you that i´m leaving. But don´t hold your breath, cause i aint never coming back. Sincerely yours, Steven