Bully
There was no pause between songs this time; straight to the next song.
He wakes up haunted
With voices in his head
Nobody know it
But today he won't go unnoticed
He can't forget
Can't forgive for what they said
He's never been so hurt
But today the screaming is over.
"Lestrade, he was bullied quite a lot, wasn't he? I mean, today people are rude… I can't imagine what it was like for him as a kid," John said.
"Must've been. S'not like he knows when to shut up now, so… probably."
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Blame it on me
Maybe he needed
To be wanted.
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Maybe he needed
To be wanted.
John's heart broke a little at that. Maybe, John thought, he felt like he wasn't wanted… Even John's subconscious had a sad tone to it.
He takes the long way home
Fighting his emotions
He's a loner
But today he won't go unnoticed
If he can't remember
When he loses his temper
Nobody knows him
But today the silence is over.
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Blame it on me
Maybe he needed
To be wanted.
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Maybe he needed
To be wanted.
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Blame it on me
Maybe he needed
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Blame it on me
Maybe he needed
To be wanted.
Blame the family
Blame the bully
Maybe he needed
To be wanted.
Wanted.
"Lestrade… how could he think so many people don't like him?" John asked hesitantly.
Lestrade sighed, "Look, John… That many people did hate him. Before you came, you have no idea how bad he was probably hurting. And I know tat no one believes in him. When I first met Sherlock, his creepy brother warned me to stay away if I ever wanted to make it to Detective Inspector."
"Yeah, when Mycroft kidnapped me, I asked who he was, that he probably wasn't Sherlock's friend. He laughed as if the thought had never crossed his mind. He said, and I quote, 'You've met him, how many friends do you imagine he has?'"
Lestrade shook his head. "Yeah, I got the same sort of message." Pause. "John, did you know that Sherlock committed suicide?"
John looked at him sharply. "Well he's alive, so he didn't actually commit it."
Lestrade took a breath. "No, John. He did. When he was staying at my house, I thought he was getting better. I came home once and he was…" Lestrade closed his eyes. "He wasn't breathing, his heart wasn't beating. I didn't know how long he had been like that. I called 999 and they were able to save him. He overdosed."
"Well… how do you know that it wasn't an accident?" John asked.
"He was very meticulous about his measurements. Never even a gram off. And when he woke up he…he asked me why, why I didn't let him die. And I… couldn't answer him. I didn't even realize how sad he was. And he didn't speak to me much after that. Or at all, really… And how do you think I felt? I thought it was my fault for- for not saving him," Lestrade said.
The speaker crackled, "Alrigh' thank you for comin'. We have one more song! I wrote it, and it's for our guitarist, SH."
Video Sherlock's head snapped up. "What?" he asked.