he still owns his shop
he still lives
he still breathes
he breathes the same air as me
he lives in the same town as me
i still see him
he still smiles
but at night i still cry
i was nine or ten
when what cant be replaced
was taken from me
i cried through it all
right now i fall
with in myself
im feeble im weak
mother of mine has no idea
i lost "it"
she would kill me if she knew
father would scream and shout
his temper would be lost
at me
i would proberly be grounded
i would have to hide my bruises
in the end my friend 
the victim looses