Mistheria
once upon a time I met a boy
his eyes was sharp, his smile too big
he looked like a boy with new toys
or perhaps he does by the way he think
he was sick,
by how pale he is
he was sick,
by how he smiles a bit
he was sick,
by the way he sees
he was sick
he was sick
once upon a time I get to knew his past
offered him some help like he knew he had
he refused, told me it wouldn't last
I frowned a bit but did what he asked
he was sick,
by the way he talks
he was sick,
by the way he thinks
he was sick,
undeniably,
he's got a bit of mistheria
but refused to let it fly
once upon a time he has a fever coming up
he said things that he pushed himself to say
I was afraid of it, it was so throwed up
I replied with a joke so he would just play
he was sick,
by how the symptoms shows
he was sick,
by how he acts alone
he was sick,
and I doubt that he knows
Im sure that he knows
he already know
I didn't know what to do
so I told him that he needs to stop
he said things I never thought he'd do
I didn't know any better so I decide to let him go
he was sick when he said those words
he was sick but refused to be treated
he was sick yet I let him go
I let him go
I watched as he got another drug in a gulp
I watched as he proudly shows that he's okay
I watched as he tried to patch himself up
he was so bad, so bad
he was sick and she didn't know
he was sick yet he lets it go
he was sick I couldn't let it go
I couldn't let it go
he was sick, I knew he needs to stop
he was sick and addicted, I know
he was sick, I couldn't go
he was sick, we were the only one to know
the drugs he used, that's what we are
the other one abuses his small heart
I almost did the same but repaired it fast
though not exact
I was afraid for his death, that's what I am
but I was kept inside the box under his bed
the only thing I could do was watch him
watch him as he tries her up
she was the only one who could cure him now
if only she knew of the two of us
if only she knew he's got mistheria
if only she knew that he's sick
