Taken from the always lingering past, is a broken story that I share with you all at last.
I was a boy who grew up with traits from his mom and his dad, My brothers turned out well, how could I turn out bad?
Well, let's take a look from a different perspective, How about me now? No one seems to give me acceptance.
I'm no longer a social-happy kid, I'm no longer a person wishing to get in.
I'm just a young adult male wishing something would have me taken, I couldn't bare taking on that mask for another fucking second.
I'm not smiley, I'm not everyone's friend, I don't know why I did what I did, I guess I was hoping to blend in.
I hope that maybe you can see me for who I am now, Not what I was when I was living in your house.
Maybe that boy now needs a new friend, Maybe someone who will stop him from giving in.
I can say he sits in his house lonely, Day after day, wishing someone would love him.
I couldn't blame it on you, you're not the one at fault, Maybe he couldn't see what you cultivated; what you brought.
Now, I know he's so scared and he's hard to talk to, Because the wall is the only thing to talk to.
So, if I could say one thing for this kid, Is that everyone that reads this "Don't do what he did."
"Don't give your heart to too many people, or they might make you sit down and think you're sinful."
"Don't listen to things people say,don't listen to them, Just because you think differently, doesn't mean you need to make amends."
" Don't let yourself always give in. Just be yourself and keep living my friend."