I listen to the rumors,the truth,the lies.
Of a young boy who I feel is crying inside.
What was his plan I guess we'll never know.
If no one askes,he'll be alone.
They provoke the pain to appear.
If I try I might make it all unrear.
They'll never know he feels unright.
I can hear his cry in the night.
And about all the tears he hides.
I already sensed them inside.
I'll prove them...one last time.
That I'll make him laugh inside.
I promise.
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