A Better Way - Broadside

There is a darkness

That sits in the back of your mind

We spent our youth creating futures

Where we both would have our time

We were 15, so naive

And blinded by possibilities

We used to feel so alive

What dulled your shine?

But there has got to be a better way

Then drowning in this hateful place

The look inside your mother’s eyes

When she found you blacked out on the couch

Waiting to die

And at the bottom of every bottle

There is a silence

Where you question

Your existence

Denying the fact that maybe there is

More to life than this

But there has got to be a better way

Then drowning in this hateful place

The look inside your mother’s eyes

When she found you blacked out on the couch

Waiting to die

And now the world

Will never know

The brother that I’ve

Grown to love

And I blame myself

Cause I didn’t realize

The sadness that consumed

Was always hidden by your smile

February 11th, the darkest day

I hope your soul will rest easy

And you’re no longer in pain

But there has got to be a better way

Then drowning in this hateful place

The look inside your mothers eyes

When she found you blacked out on the couch

Waiting to die