Crying in the corner, hiding his bruises
Sits a little boy, scared of his father.
Sitting in a corner, faking a smile
Cries a little boy, scared of his mother.
The little boy, hiding and faking
Is scared to death of his own mind.
His thoughts run deep, never giving in
Until one night he put it to an end.
Now his father, the one who bruised
Wishes he could take it back, but knows he can’t.
Now his mother, the one who hurt
Wished for her little boy to come back, but knows he won’t.