When one person falls,
and they can't be caught,
and you feel so alone,
that can’t possibly be thought.

And many know,
but not enough care.
But many care,
and not enough know.

As you sit there alone,
reading in silent pain,
reading about painful silence,
you notice how empty you mind truly is.

Once you realize how silent your thoughts are,
and you know you’re falling deeper into the depths,
and you find that you can’t be caught,
you finalize that happiness may never be bought.

Once the days get shorter,
the days get longer,
nights become days,
days become nights.

One person catches another,       
it's possibly too late,
While one person grieves,
Two people beam.