He walks home... crying
He silently dying
People talk and he knows it.
He has ears that hear the noises
of people whispering
of cruelty, laughing
Given the moment, he would jump,
but his house isn't tall enough.
A gun?
No, that would be pointless
He wants to go out like a bullet!

Laugh, laugh some more.
When you see his blood covering the floor.
Who's laughing now?
Don't care about him now.
Just because he isn't breathing,
doesn't mean his soul stopped living.
Don't underestimate pain.

If you opened your ears to what he had to say,
maybe you'd realize the troubles of his day.
Nobody cared.
No one saw his pain.
All anybody ever did was push him out of the way.

Laugh, laugh some more.
When you see his blood covering the floor.
Who's laughing now?
Don't care about him now.
Just because he isn't breathing,
doesn't mean his soul stopped living.
Don't underestimate pain.

In the blink of an eye, it could swallow you whole.
He grabbed the kitchen knife
and did what he was told.
Pain gets the best of you,
It overpowers you.
Maybe thing would be different,
If he wasn't different.
Laugh, laugh some more.
When you see his blood covering the floor.
Who's laughing now?
Don't care about him now.
Just because he isn't breathing,
doesn't mean his soul stopped living.
Don't underestimate pain.