April 6, 2007 in a dimly lit apartment Rahat and Yohan begin their conversation y: You know I really appreciate you commin' r: When I found out I dropped everythin and came runnin' i figured your guitar has started its strummin' and its just deaths tune that your lips start hummin' y: How could you possibly understand your so young and just barely a man you haven't lost a son... r: but I lost my best friend I've been here before its like a fucking trend death has walked by me once again takin my mind in circles and then... y: listen i understand where your head is its in the same spot that all of my dread is you see this isn't a story your tellin just part of my life I wish to be forgettin r: but you can't you gotta just let it start settin' move on but don't ever think about forgettin y: you speak wise words for a boy your age i can tell that you also share in my rage and know how i feel locked up in this cage and know theres so much greif in this blaze r: i'm sorry that i really can't do much more speakin to you is all i had come here for y: my son is now gone i hope you understand theres not much more you can tell this old man Three months later... i picked up the phone and what did i learn that you couldn't handle your lifes sudden turn and your wifes all alone while her insides just churn thats when i realized that on that night it was guilt and not grief that was cloudin up the light couldn't cope with the fact that you never held your child you were just hopin that feelin would be mild you ran off twice before and now your gone for good you ended the life of the coward that once stood in that apartment and told me that i don't understand but guess what i do you were never a man you left your son twice and now you left your wife with a knife in her heart thats filled with such strife you know i've heard its scary to bring a gun to your head but a true coward is the one who spilled out the red...
reminds me of "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin, the father not paying attention to his son. but anyways, very nice flow and rhyming.
thanks for the comment this is based on a conversation i had with my best friends dad after my friend died and before his dad commited suicide
wow I mean its always interesting to hear the backstory of a song, sometimes you never learn the full meaning of it until you hear the story behind it. until you do, you can never fully appreciate the words. hearing where this came from, you can feel the pain of the family, and those who knew them. that last line just brings together all the feelings that the deaths have caused.