Losing Friends, Pt. 2

I've gone so many times
Without ever knowing how
It never gets easier to know

If I could see it coming a little better
Maybe it wouldn't hurt
I'm never truly alone
Never truly alone

But when someone leaves
There's a space
Synapses fire
Land on nothing

The moods of a person
Can never be replaced
And who would want to?
And who would want to. . .

So,
I cry, I cry, I cry, I cry
Until it's blurred
Until I forget
A little bit

You'll make mistakes
You've got to look them in the eye
Or they'll turn into tacks
On the souls of kind people

If your heart is big
You'll let that allow you to grow
Blood and trust in your hands
For the love of kind people

Out in the bar
In the place near our hometown
In the city I grew up in
Doors down the way
From where you first knew pain
You offered trust
A collection of the pain/thoughts
You held onto for so long
In the place where I'd lost so much
You showed me trust

I say this
to remind myself
I am someone in someone's mind
Your love is kept in memories

The world is so bleak
But it has us
(You're never taking up too much space)

Black are the hearts of men
Who'll get away with it all
They want more
Stealing years from those they harm
In this place
There are only consequences
For those who don't hide their cowardly cruelty

I want violence on them all
Perhaps that is my flaw

My love of those who were harmed
Is greater than the fall