No, i won't cry the day my brother dies.
I'll lay in bed, scratching out both my eyes.
I'm sorry, mom, i know how hard you've tried.
Its best we moved on, this man is dead inside.

Where do i sleep tonight with ghosts etched in my mind?
You got me through again but i wont be coming home tonight.
Now where do i sleep tonight? i've lost my mind.
You got me through again but i wont be coming home tonight.

This concrete floor, my only resting place,
Where i lay my head before these empty graves.
I dug for days.

Not coming home.