Just a person, same as everyone,
had some stress, struggles, but also fun.
Can’t think of too much else to say
even though I saw him every day.
Never knew the guy, just the name.
frankly, he never knew himself either,
not where he came from nor his aim
and he would never remember who you are.
His name was Stephen, not Steve,
never Steve, was very clear about that.
Everyone always knew where he was at,
locked away in his room, would never leave.
Everybody thought he was really bright,
but to him nothing really felt right
and he would be up worrying all night
and passing out in the morning light.