I didn't know him that well,
But somehow I feel connected.
The words he wrote, the pain he felt,
Are familiar on my mind.
I didn't know him that well,
But thoughts of him still make me cry.
He seemed so normal, full of life.
An act, I can relate.
I didn't know him that well,
But he lives in me.
Our thoughts, fears and pains are as one.
We would understand each other, but he is gone.
I didn't know him that well,
But maybe I know more than I thought.
His words are my words.
We just wanted someone to care, someone to love.
I understand him so well.
His story is a tragic tale.
My story's content, so similar.
How will it end?
I fear the end.
I fear being like him.
I fear the pain.
I fear the hurt.
I fear the loneliness.
I fear being misunderstood.
I fear his words.
I fear my words.
I fear the end.
I fear being like him.
