Someone Somewhere Somehow

I asked you how he's doing, the day before he died
 You said, "He's doing fine, we're all just doing fine"
 About a week ago, I watched his body lowered down
 Now no one's doing fine and I am less and less around
 I'm sick to death and scared that I might actually be the culprit
 I didn't spend much time with him and no one seemed to notice
 His lust for life was squandered when he lost his loving friends
 Believe he actually was a corpse before his life had ended
 The final letter seemed despondent as if he wasn't there
 One more summer and you could have been amongst the world you feared
 You were happy, don't understand how it could all be fake
 Your smile glowing but your eyes reflected shame
 Sorrowful and somber-filled, your family didn't help
 Your sister was the one with issues, that they had to deal with now
 Now life is but a memory and death is in full swing
 Your skin that held together, bone is promptly decaying
 Family gathered 'round to see an issue unresolved
 Why couldn't you have told a friend that might've helped at all?
 "Identify the body," the father pleaded so
 All that laid was flesh, no longer occupied a soul
 Delicate and calm, the father witnessed his son's fate
 The bullet hole that entered had an exit just the same
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 And I've been wrapping these tragedies in plastic
 And throwing them away amidst the trash that I inhabit
 Madness, it's tragic
 I'm clogging up my feelings with this sickness that is sadness
 I asked you how he's doing the day before he died
 You said, "He's doing fine, we're all just doing fine"