he's been drowning inside his own heart
soul squeezed out like a sponge
and there's nothing left for him
his thoughts are like wasted money
and intentions broken showpieces
his truth is bankrupt and what left is
rumours and whispers and blames
his end is just how a sad story
of a sad boy ends
emotions buried deep down
all that's left visible is a kevlar vest
but kevlar can only stop bullets
not venom
