J, the world is against you.
You are holding on with tight fingers and playing with things you shouldn't.
You are using that Brain of yours to formulate insults and spit them out like life spit at you
You are tearing away your attention day by day like like tore him away from you
Whatever they tell you, it is not your fault
Whatever petty funds we could have raised at age ten in the fifth grade couldn't have moved research fast enough to save him

J, I wish you could see that I don't hate you and I see past all your lies
I know how to convince someone you're fine when you're being poisoned from the inside out
How lost are you?
How far gone are you?
Can I help you?
Now the question is, can my stuttering tongue form the right words
Can I crack your shell and diffuse you before you go off and shoot off like a bullet with his date carved into your case
Will my voice catch in my throat
Can I become your stability?
J, can I?