Alive

He lived his life off stage We were lucky to no hell A little irony A chance I got to see Never tried to justify Never lived to satisfy Don't form an old bulls horn Don't with those the same as him Alive Alive Alive Alive He must decide He was not like everyone He was his mothers son His best performance was on his own His best performance was left unknown And then he missed his great might say And then he missed till his dying days Left a mark in no small way Left a mark onto your soul Alive Alive Alive Alive He must decide A solitary life has dried And isolation dislocates He left a troubled legacy A compromising litany He left behind his only shell The biggest God he'd ever know He must've felt the irony He must've felt the travesty Alive Alive Alive Alive He lived his life off street We were lucky to know him A little irony A shared viscosity Never tried to justify Never lived to satisfy Don't form an old bulls horn Don't with those the same as him Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive Alive --- Alive - No Friends Of Harry