ErykaInspire.
May 14th, 2009, 12:45 PM
One row over, two seats back
a boy no one understands
he walks with his head bent
listening to his favorite bands
long sleeved shirts hugging his wrists
and I know there's something wrong
I'm afraid i'll wake up one day
and that boy will be gone
I remember when we used to laugh
and talk on the phone all night
The time I cried and he held me
promising everything would be alright
hair in his face, tears on his cheeks
he holds a gun to his head
one row over, two seats back
a boy that ended up dead.
a boy no one understands
he walks with his head bent
listening to his favorite bands
long sleeved shirts hugging his wrists
and I know there's something wrong
I'm afraid i'll wake up one day
and that boy will be gone
I remember when we used to laugh
and talk on the phone all night
The time I cried and he held me
promising everything would be alright
hair in his face, tears on his cheeks
he holds a gun to his head
one row over, two seats back
a boy that ended up dead.