In the End
You were caught in the undertow,
pulled deep beneath waves of woe.
These were wounds you could not heal.
That sensitive soul perhaps your Achilles' heel.
I remembered your concert was my first.
Father took me, though he was terribly unversed.
Your music spoke to my teenage distress
Meteora unearthed all that I had repressed.
It was Chris' birthday - weren't you friends?
Was this a message were you trying to send?
Were the walls closing in? When did this begin?
What morbid, unruly thoughts crawled underneath your skin?
In the end, I suppose
This is the path that you chose?
A step too close to the edge, we didn't see you break
We didn't know what was at stake.