This is a letter to the boy who lived
The boy who brought me roses the color of his blood.
The boy that once loved me
But can't love me anymore
I warned him. He knew even before.
That day in front of the white tomb… meant nothing to him.
He broke the promise first.
"We'll keep it secret" He swore. "No one will ever know"
But they did. One by one … the looks turned to us.
But we were kids. Still in school, still dreaming… that one day we would grow up.
And now… not a kid anymore.
Not with all my dreams crushed.
And he promised…
But secrets will never work.
Soon the dark side knew
Just how things worked.
And it was a tramp…
But my brave boy… he would never give it up
Playing the hero once more…
I love him. Even now when he's gone.
This is a story of the boy who lived
And died
Out of love.