[It is about the past friend of mine, who i failed to save. Now causes a major reason for me not to be afraid to ask whats wrong or whats the problem to each person, Conversing and conversing with each one, just the thought of it hurts. When a person is seeming happy, i always think now that they may be faking it, deep within is always a tormented soul. Wanting to make people happy and joyous, While they themselves rot away.. Being bullied and just wanting to make the bullies happy.. well thats a basic story from him.]