Billy was a friend of mine

He was unique

He wore blue shoes down on his feet

Billy was wise

And he knew all along

That this whole world was completely wrong

He understood life

And it drove him insane

He lost his emotions, of fear, sadness, and pain

Billy would wander

From town to town

Screaming at the top of his lung, but not making a sound

Billy would watch

Birds on a tree

All fly away together, so happily

Billy never understood

Emotions, but he’d try them anyway

But he always screwed up the timing of them and drove others away

Billy would laugh

When he heard is buddy had died

Because Billy never learned how to properly cry

Billy was intelligent

He could recall anything he heard in his life

But that didn’t stop Billy from ending it with a knife

Billy was dead

Some say he was insane

But I think poor Billy was just trying to feel pain