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[Verse][1]
There was a boy, who hid his face; where his feelings bear
always hada smile, led eyes lost beneath his hair
His hair was dark and messy, 'cos it all was a fib
The smile, the laughing, it was for the sorrow he hid
Who knew deep in his mind all the feelins that he'd fight
When people said he was skinny, he called it "being polite"
He wasn't really fat, but the feeling that dwelled
Was that he was obbese, but he wasn't skinny aswell
His house wasn't perfect, in his room he sat n' thought
. He never wanted any friends, that's what he got
He was secretive, plus he was known to fast from beef
A vegitarian, it's one less food he had to eat
The boy was 15, with his 16th not far away
He still sits outside, and he looks up the stars n' gaze
He doesn't know what's gonna happen, but had he seen
What will occure sooner he could stop the tragaty
[Intermission]
[Verse][2]
He was a victim of the media, thought he wasn't a person
Thought he was worthless, he just wanted to look perfect
He's sixteen now, and he's still feeling under pressure
Instead of dealing rationally, he stops eating all together
Still no body gets him, no one knew while he craved
They never botherd to help, he just smiled his way
This lasted for almost a year, since the feelin occurd
And his parents didn't notice, they too buisy with work
.The feelings a curse, which he had, sadly
'Cos his once fitted clothes now became extreamly baggy
He was feeling it badly, battling, which led him this way
With his parents never home, he's alone every day
Whatever he'd say was never heard, nor his sorrow crys
From the sprakling tears of his hollow eyes
Use the smile as a disguise, he was feeling feelings of hell
He feels like nothing, the dudes in need of some help
[Intermission]
[Verse][3]
His parents on a big trip, I'ma be real honest though
He wasn't happy, better off up in the hospital
He was very lonly, and of all his feelins gone
He feels so wrong, looks in the mirror, all he sees is flaws
From his head down to his legs, he hated what he saw
And even worse, he's feelin hurt, hating on his mom
She wasn't there, she never cared, she was backstabbing
He wanted to be skinny, he wanted to be happy
He wanted to look perfect, wanted to make it last
He wanted to live, but it's much too late for that
What happend was his mom came home, sent to his doom
She walked in through his door, and came in his room
She seen him passed out, a week before his birthday
He was almost 17, startavtion has the worst taste
As he layed there, next day, he got words he'd never say
But he was burried with a smirk - the only real smile he ever gave!
[Intermission]
-Talking-
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