There is a little boy up stairs inside.

On his bed tired from crying all night.

Hes got his teddy bear by his side.

The only thing that has always been kind.

Morning time comes in and hes hit with a bright light.

as he hears his parents down stairs getting in another fight.

His brother is up to no good always telling lies.

And his sister is being snide,

He goes to his teacher and looks at her as a guide.

But she says he doesn’t apply himself and he never trys.

He’s confused about what’s wrong and what’s right.

After school some of the kids ask him to get high.

He’s down to try just to get the bull shit off his mind.

Other kids are talking about committing crime.

He doesn’t know better so he won’t deny.

He goes on a little ride, then they give him a knife.

They tell him to go inside and get the money don’t ask why.

But something inside of him doesn’t feel right so he trys to leave.

They jump him in the street and leave him to die.

As hes bleeding on the ground he asks, “Why Me?"

But no one can tell him why he has a fucked up life.

The boy gets home and looks in the reflection at his own eyes.

The tears swell up and he swallows back his pride.

Trying to choke back the urge to let loose and cry.

He wishes for a set of wings to just fly!

To get away from this place he doesn’t want to stay in cuz hed rather die!

The demons inside are growing and its getting tight.

He books it through the front door with all his might.

On his way to find a better life.