From a basement on the hill
Fell victim to free will

a dirty window pane
things you can’t contain
feeding off the pain
pulling you down
feeling so run-down
decided to skip town

Did you have to fade to black
You’re never coming back
The final darkest track

Was it easy to destroy
The messed-up little boy
Inside of you
You idiot kid
You know what you did
and you did it anyway

Some gifts should not be returned
An easy lesson that is never easily learned
I’m trying to understand

Of what remains behind
We’re forever confined
On permanent rewind

And all those left around
To watch you falling down
Without making a sound
Can’t make a sound
Underground

Some gifts should not be returned
An easy lesson that is never easily learned
I’m trying to understand. Why?
I’m trying
I’m trying
I’m trying
I’m trying
I’m trying to understand. Why? Why? Why? Why?