A man of true quality looks fate into it's eyes,
He knows destiny doesn't hide behind lies
And that of a virgin, he was unskilled in respect
Death was an alternative, betraying his intellect
A childhood of pain, but not of what you'd see,
He was as brilliant as a child could be
He hated that his parents would curse his life,
He thought his only friend was that knife
The pain of those years left hidden scars,
His parents couldn't see that he was a shining star
And as his years died, so did his hope,
His sadness was something unable to cope
And as he sat there with a knife to his wrist,
he secretly thanked his parents for this
And as night falls, so does his life,
For it was really his past holding the knife.
