The Lonely Kid
Just a lost one out soul, starin at the wall while disaster unfolds...
Never truly knew the cream of the crop, but at this to the list, he neva knew the
pops...
Hallow walls sit deeper around his chest and the heart's so cold, no longer can it
flex..
Just the loneist kid from around the way, lookin for a plce, just a place to stay..
Thoughts ran through the mind to get away, far away..
Always saying being this empty is okay, by myself like the needle in the hay..
Reality is, it'll never happen..The best of the best will fly, as the worst of the worst
dies..
All alone the chamber heart cries, cries because its wounded soul lie, between
the depths of love and hate..
Ask how life is and the lonely kid will say,"It's a chip off the ol plate..GREAT just
really great." Lowered eyes hold the mind of distortion and depression...as he
walks away he mumurs "great jus great..its lik bein a fork without aplate..just
useless"..
No footprints left where he had walked, that presence he had was blocked.
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