He was a quite normal, handsome boy
No problem with money or something like that
Nobody really noticed that he had a problem
It is true that he often talked about suicide

But his friends thought, it was a kind of teenage-frustration
But his friends thought, it was a kind of teenage-depression

And now the people wonder why
And now the people can't understand
Nobody has heard his cry for help
And now it is, it is too late

He had good friends, all of them stick together
But he wasn't able to carry on a normal relation
He had no faith, couldn't trust his friends
Left them full of hate and frustration

He went on his way modest and alone
But inside his heart was bleeding, his brain went sick
Before he commited suicide, he wrote down
That he had always searched for family values, which he never got at home!

And now the people wonder why
And now the people can't understand
Nobody has heard his cry for help
And now it is, it is too late