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The boy alone in this world stands,
Trying to balance the sky in his hands.
He tries every day to hold everyone around him up,
He pours out his own blood into a little cup,
simply to help others live,
He finds it so hard to believe,
It's impossible for him to percieve,
That everyone dies,
it doesnt matter how hard he tries.
He wonders if it is all a game,
He wonders how they can all have no shame.
He loses himself in lyrics and his songs,
He just wants to undo all these wrongs!
People talk shit about him everyday,
And yet he continues to pay,
pay their blood debt,
their mistakes he does correct.
He used to be a child who always smiled,
who ran through the fields,
all happy and wild.
but since today it was a long time,
nowdays its hard just to find,
a reason to stay alive.
That boy feels like he is dead,
That boy wants to fill his head with lead.
That boy cuts his wrists to vent,
People just cant understand what he means, what he meant.
He stands among everyone yet stands alone,
he rarely even answers the phone...
The boy loves everyone yet wants to be left alone,
He is finding it hard to turn his heart to stone...
He just wants other to be happy,
The boy just wants to die,
he is sick of the night,
he is sick of crying,
he is sick of all the lying.
He wants to kill himself,
but he doesnt have the guts,
he is stick in one of lifes little ruts.
Maybe he will take his life someday,
someday when the last thing you do is pray.
As I lay here on my knees,
as I sit writing the sentence, writing my pleas,
cant you see, see, the boy is me?
Trying to balance the sky in his hands.
He tries every day to hold everyone around him up,
He pours out his own blood into a little cup,
simply to help others live,
He finds it so hard to believe,
It's impossible for him to percieve,
That everyone dies,
it doesnt matter how hard he tries.
He wonders if it is all a game,
He wonders how they can all have no shame.
He loses himself in lyrics and his songs,
He just wants to undo all these wrongs!
People talk shit about him everyday,
And yet he continues to pay,
pay their blood debt,
their mistakes he does correct.
He used to be a child who always smiled,
who ran through the fields,
all happy and wild.
but since today it was a long time,
nowdays its hard just to find,
a reason to stay alive.
That boy feels like he is dead,
That boy wants to fill his head with lead.
That boy cuts his wrists to vent,
People just cant understand what he means, what he meant.
He stands among everyone yet stands alone,
he rarely even answers the phone...
The boy loves everyone yet wants to be left alone,
He is finding it hard to turn his heart to stone...
He just wants other to be happy,
The boy just wants to die,
he is sick of the night,
he is sick of crying,
he is sick of all the lying.
He wants to kill himself,
but he doesnt have the guts,
he is stick in one of lifes little ruts.
Maybe he will take his life someday,
someday when the last thing you do is pray.
As I lay here on my knees,
as I sit writing the sentence, writing my pleas,
cant you see, see, the boy is me?
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