Jake saunters the halls    
He’s walking on air    
There’s pride in his stroll   
And he’s too cool to care
     Drew shuffles his feet
     And hopes they won’t stare
     Hands in his pockets
     Eyes filled with despair
Jake runs down the field    
The cheering crowd roars    
They watch in awe    
As he easily scores
     Drew waits on tables
     And sweeps the floors
     Receiving no thanks
     For his hours of chores
As homecoming king    
Jake hops on the stage    
So much confidence     
At such a young age
     Drew politely accepts
     Below minimum wage
     Such low self-esteem
     At such a young age
Jake escorts his date     
To their magical night     
Everything so simple     
In plain black and white
     Drew’s tie is too short
     His belt is too tight
     He heads out alone
     To this “magical” night
These are the moments     
Jake will never forget      
For he hasn’t discovered    
His fatal flaw yet
     Drew awkwardly rises
     And dances alone
     As if he’s a shadow
     And lives life unknown
Jake dreams up a prank
To make him “class clown”
He punches the nerd
And tackles him down     
     The wind leaves his lungs

     As he utters a sound

     Drew lies there frozen
     On the cold tiled ground
Jake points and he laughs
As his friends do the same
In their senseless minds
This is all just a game
     The next day he shakes
     As his hands start to sweat
     Drew pulls out a rope
     His gaze is dead set
Jake walks to the grave    
And puts down a rose     
Overwhelmed with regret    
Of the path that he chose    
     Drew rests in the hearts
     Of all who remain
     They drown in remorse
     They’re smothered by shame
Jake shuffles his feet
And hopes they won’t stare
Hands in his pockets
Eyes filled with despair.