All the Angels -MCR

Dreaded phone call,

At the dead of night,

Raise out of bed,

Hurry to him.

He was brought away,

From the scene he made,

But it was our fault.

It was our fault,

He is gone,

Never to return,

Never to smile again.

Arrive to him,

Alone and guilty,

Watching him.

He only has minutes left,

Say goodbye.

He took his life,

The way he had promised,

If we left him alone,

And we left him alone.

It is our fault.

We should have,

Cared more,

Loved more,

Understood.

We all did it,

We are all sorry,

We are all guilty.

Find a better way,

To love,

Because we are all to blame.

He is dead because of us.

He is gone because of us.

We have killed him.

We are all to blame.