• Whenever he would die,
    I never really knew how much I'd cry.
    All the pain that swarmed inside,
    was never released because I tried to have pride.
    But what is pride if you cannot have it?
    What happens when you all you do is lack it?

    So I bottled myself up,
    and tried to never give up.

    I couldn't laugh at jokes,
    And when I ate food I choked.

    Every night I would cry myself to sleep,
    Reminding myself he wouldn't want me to weep.
    But I couldn't help it,
    Because the quiet was like gasoline,
    and my feelings were a match about to be lit.

    I Exploded with emotions,
    the kinds we wished we could hate.

    But I never told anyone,
    it was definatley too late.

    So here I am,
    still wanting to scream it out,
    but what would people think?
    That I'm a sourcrout?

    So I sing myself sweet songs,
    and remember who he was.
    And I'll never forget him,
    and since I'm a kid,
    All I can answer with is "Because."