We do it out of spite,
inside lies a angry child.
spitting his words of denial,
he ran with wolves he was wild.

He flew like a disconnected  kite,
out a 7 story building window.
He tried to fit in and speak the kids lingo,
but he was one of many losing a blackout game of bingo.

He fought the good fight,
but tonight he threw in the towel.
When someone tried to stop him he replied with a growl,
as he flew out that 7 story window he flew down to the ground with a howl.

Can't we just for tonight pretend this boy,
that this boy,
lives inside us,
he died within us.
His heart was broke,
like a wheel without a spoke,
he missed the times and was made into a joke.