I cry, I cry for the boy next door, For the boy I grew up with, For the things we shared. I cry, I cry for the my best friend, For the boy that knew what I was going to do before I knew, For the boy that taught me to seize the day. I cry, I cry for the giggles, the smiles, the looks, For the laughs, the tears, the memories, the companionship, For the things I'll won't have again. I cry, I cry for the path he took, For the path away from me, his family, and friends, For the hurdles he was forced to unknowingly jump. I cry, I cry for the things he had to go through, For the desicions he made, For how he hurt me and how he hurt himself. Mostly I cry for what could have been, But will never be. I cry, I cry, but I'll laugh again.