A Better Way

There is a darkness That sits in the back of your mind. We spent our youth creating futures Where we both would have our time. We were 15, so naive And blinded by possibilities. We used to feel so alive, What dulled your shine? But there has got to be a better way Then drowning in this hateful place. The look inside your mother's eyes When she found you blacked out on the couch, Waiting to die. And at the bottom of every bottle There is a silence, Where you question Your existence. Denying the fact that maybe there is More to life than this. But there has got to be a better way Then drowning in this hateful place. The look inside your mother's eyes When she found you blacked out on the couch, Waiting to die. And now the world Will never know The brother that I've Grown to love. And I blame myself Cause I didn't realize, The sadness that consumed Was always hidden by your smile. February 11th, the darkest day. I hope your soul will rest easy, And you're no longer in pain. But there has got to be a better way Then drowning in this hateful place. The look inside your mothers eyes When she found you blacked out on the couch, Waiting to die.