Dear Mr. Simmons,

Dear Mr. Simmons
Your son is dead
He was always a little weird
Not right in his head
He never knew where to stand
Never could find a place where he fit in
Like a puzzle piece
Cut short at the ends
A little mistake in the code
Led to this end

They're something a little different
Something you don't understand
But know he's in a better place
Not trying to be the better man

Mr Simmons
Take my hand
You never tried to understand
That you child couldn't be that man
Mr. Simmons

As I claimed my name and face
I killed him with these hands
Mr Simmons
You raised me well
But I can't take another day
With you saying I'm going to hell

Mr Simmons
Your son is dead
Perhaps it'll be easier
Without you in my head
Mr Simmons
I hope you're well
Leave your best to the fallen
And bid me farewell

I'm something a little different
I'm Something you don't understand
But know I'm in a better place
Not trying to be that man
Mr Simmons
Take my hand
You never tried to understand
That I didn't wanna be that man
Mr. Simmons