Dark as night,
bright as day.
Oh the things,
we throw away.
You know that ****
thinks he's better than the rest.
Well deep down inside,
he's really just a mess.
There's that girl,
who passes without a try.
There's a girl with two jobs,
just trying to get by.
If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.
That **** you know,
gets pressured every night.
His friends always ask,
"Hey man, you got a light?"
That girl in school,
who passes without a try.
Well did you know she hurts?
that every night she cries?
And the girl with two jobs,
has no time of her own.
Depressed to the core,
with the scars to show.
When you walk down the sreet,
what do you see.
Smiles upon faces,
masking the pain beneath.
If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:23 AM UTC
Dark as night,
bright as day.
Oh the things,
we throw away.
You know that ****
thinks he's better than the rest.
Well deep down inside,
he's really just a mess.
There's that girl,
who passes without a try.
There's a girl with two jobs,
just trying to get by.
If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.
That **** you know,
gets pressured every night.
His friends always ask,
"Hey man, you got a light?"
That girl in school,
who passes without a try.
Well did you know she hurts?
that every night she cries?
And the girl with two jobs,
has no time of her own.
Depressed to the core,
with the scars to show.
When you walk down the sreet,
what do you see.
Smiles upon faces,
masking the pain beneath.
If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.
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