One blood drop to many,
One tear to late.
Was all what started
The revenge and hate.
The smiling face
Hiding the pain
They never knew
He had nothing to gain
Their worrys and troubles
He shouldered their burden
But when he cried for help
Nobody heard him.
Now his soul's lost
In a great game of life
'Cause his 'friends' were to petty
To save him from the knife.
The cost for a crime
One didn't commit.
Or the life of those
Who couldn't take a hit.
The life of the one
Who tried to be brave
Will follow the four
To the end in ther graves
One blood drop too many
One tear to late
Is what opened the doors
To the demon's gate.
Well, that was depressing. Clearly i was in a bad mood while writing this, and i really can't remember why XP
Well, tata for now!