There's this guy,
with curly hair.
There's this guy,
he makes me stop,
and stare.
This guy is broken,
he sees no hope.
He just wants to,
go back and reverse,
the path he took.
He's lost,
he can't find his way.
He pushes everyone away.
He's scared
thinks he's alone,
and I'm here,
hoping he gets,
the flow.
I know where he's been,
I know how he feels,
I just wish he'll,
let me in,
to help him deal.
He seems happy,
he really does but,
deep down inside,
I know he's hurt.
He's so smart,
he's so cute,
sometimes he just,
makes me mute.
I hope he's okay,
he's been gone a while.
I hope he's alive,
I mean on the inside
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
There's this guy,
with curly hair.
There's this guy,
he makes me stop,
and stare.
This guy is broken,
he sees no hope.
He just wants to,
go back and reverse,
the path he took.
He's lost,
he can't find his way.
He pushes everyone away.
He's scared
thinks he's alone,
and I'm here,
hoping he gets,
the flow.
I know where he's been,
I know how he feels,
I just wish he'll,
let me in,
to help him deal.
He seems happy,
he really does but,
deep down inside,
I know he's hurt.
He's so smart,
he's so cute,
sometimes he just,
makes me mute.
I hope he's okay,
he's been gone a while.
I hope he's alive,
I mean on the inside
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