We miss you Max

I'm back to before, while I knock on your door,
The coffin closes slowly,
Your body enclosed
I think what I've chose, now I wonder f'its okaay,
Alll those things I said to you
really werent supposed to bee,
and now I think, I'm going to sink,
without
a person to critize, a person to live by,
a person whos wants be loooved,
Someone whos different
will accept me for who I am...
Your body enclosed, a knife by your coffin,
they dug your trench
then called you a wench,
and placed you down,
in your coffin,

Dedicated to Max Fields... who commited suicude, (not very good lyrics either)