It feel like blood on the fingers Poured by his very best friend He killed by intention He's a compulsive sucker And he knows but doesn't want Please send him a bit more will 'Cause he doesn't respect The things he's already got And he cries "no" 'Cause he did it again So he is sure That he did the same The part of light that looks to sky Is strong but sometimes fails Then it seems it never is So he rights against himself A fight of understanding, too And every trip closes up With praying not to do again I do wish he'll make it