The question

Who is this boy I see?
What is he doing?
Why is he crying on the floor?
Wasn't he always smiling?

Who is that walking out the door?
What is this pain he feels?
Why does it hurt him so bad?
Wasn't it there all along?

Who is that leaving the boy alone?
What does she want him to do?
Why can't she see he's falling apart?
Was this how things end?

Sweet angel of happiness
Why do you tease him so?
You visit him by dawn
But leave him by night?

Bitter angel of death
Can't you see his pain?
Why don't you kiss him goodbye
And lay him to rest?

He thought that life was a fairy tale
A dream when hes not sleeping.
But now he knows that fairy tales.
Are dreams meant for sleepin

-Jonathan