Body found, no name, no story Just a few lines on page 5 Nobody speaks, nobody steps forward We're not the ones with the problem, we're still alive Got theories, but nothing really strong Only guesses and scattered clues Scar on his back, a finger missing On his shoulder a serpent and a rose tattoo A serpent and a rose tattoo They called him Johnny #9 LAst one in on a Friday night Standing lonely in second grade THey said you'll never amount to anything Scare on his psyche, but he's a fighter He'll just do what he has to do You just do what you have to do Play dumb, look them in the eye Hope they don't see you through, they'll never know There's no one left to miss him You just did what you had to do