He doesn't show how it effects him,
untill you see the scars....
He doesn't scream for you to hear,
untill he no longer talks....
He says he has no soul,
untill you see the tears...
He says he no longer cares,
untill you see the pain...
For this boy has pride n stubborness,
for which makes you see...
open his eyes to the life of he,
close my eyes for i'm no longer to see...
to kiss these lips, to hold my hand,
All is still there, but were no longer alone
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