I have memories of sheet music, to the song that plays in the depths of my heart,
But there has been something missing, so the music falls apart.
The words to this song are missing, so the instrumental starts.
The music is a person, missing from the start, but I remember them so dearly, it's like we've never been apart.
A poison that helped form me, the mom I needed in my heart,
My friend Lyric was my adopted mom, long before I knew I needed her.
I was young and impulsive, an idiotic poet with an angry pen,
But she always advised me honestly, and is the core of my memories back then.
I wonder now how she's doing, Lyric, mom, how have you been?
Because although you called yourself Poison, you were my most treasured best friend.
I'm still searching trying to find you, you were a boon my mother-like friend.
And I can say that I miss you. Because I want you to be able to see my story end.
You can see the part you played in molding me, the young man that you helped mend.
And although I may never see you again, I want to talk to you one last time,
I have a lot to tell you that's happened in the last few years that we haven't spoke, and that gap is something I'd like to mend.
Sincerely, Your young and troubled friend.