With Passion in your Voice

Hey, look, everyone, Nobody decides to show
his face in school again. Well, lets have another go
Test his fragility, can he sustain another blow?
At this point in time, he's redefined the meaning of low

And that Nobody goes home everyday
a blank sheet of paper for you to color each way
He takes all the shit you throw at him in words
Swallows the pills so the demons won't be heard

Now he's acting a good boy for the crowd,
His silence seems to charm, but is never too loud
Systematic measures are molding your impressions
he'll take his secrets to the grave; there's no room for confessions
With a lie so deep it could slice through diamond
The lith bottle lightens 'til his head whirls with the sirens

Yeah, young Jozeph was a quite, nice boy
Revenge fantasies were just some of his toys
Along with the scissors used to mutilate his wrists
Suicidal tendencies, ain't they a bitch?

Thought it was the bottom, that he ran out of luck
Tried talking sense, told him he shant give a fuck
But then he disagreed, told me what they said was ture
Replied, "Keep yourself alive", I didn't know what else to do

But if there's one thing you need to keep in mind
It's that in real life there's no rewind
Only one chance to make what's fucked up right
For every dark room, someone should be there to shed light

So as I mourn from the podium, take my last look at the herse
I want you to promise me you'll put these lives in reverse
I was his little cousin who admired him all my life
It's up to us to stop that someone from picking up the knife