I think about you all the time, Pray to God that you'll be fine, You're better than this Dillusioned with ambition from a cloud of your prescriptions, Your brain it makes the distance while your feet just stand in place, So basically the faith in me that somehow still transcends, Into you and only through my hope that you can change, I pray to whoever listens, that lonely chair that you sit in, Hits you like a ton of bricks, and I can finally stop being worried sick of it all You stay secluded in your shadow's silhouette, It's a shade that you made, through years of your regrets, Always these questions that ring inside my head, "What's the last promise that you've made, and the last promise that you've kept?" I reminisce on how as kids we'd sit and talk for days, We told each other that we'd brothers, and everything would be okay At least I hope so If only you could see, The man behind those bones, Then maybe you would speak To the kids you left alone