Brilliant mind, you think never with your heart.
The memories inside too painful to handle
And you hide them with a mask of cold indifference.
Destined to a lonely life,
For those who could understand don't try,
And those who try don't understand.
The only one who knew was the one that plotted your demise
And in the end fell victim to his own pain.
Alone. All alone.
They warned me of you, claimed you weren't worth the effort.
I found you intriguing. An adventure.
You were exactly what I needed.
Someone like me, someone whose knowledge of death had been pounded into them with every resounding gunshot.
Someone they thought would never recover.
I found you, strange as you were, and an unlikely alliance was formed.
You helped me just as I helped you.
And though it was hard, though you were difficult, I remained patient and stayed strong.
Even at your worse, you were the best thing to happen to me.
Me, a broken soldier misunderstanding of the battlefield of real life.
But you became obsessed,
Enamored with the one thing that provided a challenge
And I fell to the wayside. I was only a secondary piece of your puzzling life, "boring" and "ordinary."
I wonder if I had been better, if you would have stayed.
I found you before the end, standing at the brink and calling out
Not for help, but for an audience.
And before my very eyes, you fell.
Though I begged you not to, you fell.
Why, why, why did you fall?
Why did you go, why did you leave?
I could have helped you…became just as important to you as you were to me.
Now, as I stand before the stone that marks that a man as great as you lived in the world, even for only a short time, I let my pain flow in rivers
And I beg it to not be true,
To not be real.
I beg you to return, for without you…
My world is as dull as you always claimed.