About A Boy..
You was a nice lad, you were only 14 years old
You never had a family, but your dad, you were controlled
Your dad use to beat you because you were being yourself
The amount of times you had your head rambed off the kitchen shelf.
You were used and abbused and noone heard you cry
Maybe if people cared you wouldn't have to die
Your mother decides to care now but now its just to late
Maybe if she was there for you when you was in this terrible state.
Your mothers really sorry now, that she wasn't apart of your life
Now all she'll ever be is your fathers ...