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Victim
By Mrs.Shadz

 


House full of roses, a letter on the stairs

A tape full of messages for anyone who cares

Collage of broken words and stories full of tears

Remembering your life cause we wish that you were here

I looked around at the people surrounding me. I never, in a million years could have imagined this. The stories kept flowing, each of us remembering him, and everything he meant to us. There's nothing I wouldn't give for him to be here next to me...

Nothing is harder than to wake up all alone

Realize it's not okay, it's the end of all you know

Time keeps passing by, but it seems I'm frozen still

Scars are left behind, but some too deep to feel

I jerked awake, drenched in sweat. The same nightmare, as I realized again that he was gone. I felt her reach for me, offering comfort. I wouldn't cry...I wouldn't...I repeated that as I fell back asleep, tears drenching my pillow.

And some say this can't be real

And I've lost my power to feel tonight

We're all just victims of a crime

When all's gone and can't be regained

We can't seem to shelter the pain inside

We're all just victims of a crime

“I had a dream that he showed up at the house, laughing. That it was all a prank.” I don' think I've ever heard Brian so somber. It's not like him. A prank? That sounds right. I still can't wrap my head around this.

Some days you'll find me in a place I like to go

Ask questions to myself 'bout the things I'll never know

What's left to find? Cause I need a little more

I need a little time, can we even up the score?

I stared at the ocean, hidden from view. What if I had gone out with him that night? Or we went back to my place? Would I still have gotten that call? I looked up at the sky and whispered, “I just want him back. I'd give anything, just give him back.”

And some say this can't be real

And I've lost my power to feel, tonight

We're all just victims of a crime

When all's gone and can't be regained

We can't seem to shelter the pain, inside

We're all just victims of a crime

Nothing lasts forever, for all good things it's true

I'd rather trade it all while somehow saving you

It must have been the season that threw us out of line

Once I stood so tall, now I'm searching for a sign

We stood behind his family, lending what support we could. I felt...tiny. I felt tired. I was....raw.

So don't need your salvation with promises unkind

And all the speculations, save it for another time

'Cause we all need a reason, a reason just to stay

And some just can't be bothered to stick around another day

I stared at the article. Suicide? They had no idea what the hell they were talking about. I threw it to the ground, taking her by surprise. A hesitant, “Matt?” I stared at her. “These people are idiots,” I whispered.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. What do I do now? I had to reason to st...no. I had a reason. I jumped out of bed, and went to the studio.

And some say this can't be real

And I've lost my power to feel, tonight

We've all been victims of a crime

When all is gone and can't be regained

We can't seem to shelter the pain inside

We've all been victims of a crime

Victims of a crime

Living with this crime

I called the guys, asking them to come over.

They stared at me, waiting.

“We have to finish this. For him, for us. We have to finish this,” I was determined.

They looked at each other, then me.

“For Jimmy.”

“For Jimmy.”

“For Jimmy.”

I smiled.

“For Jimmy.”

I'm missing you

I'm missing you

I'm missing you

I'm missing you...

 

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