They all thought he was fine
Smiling down the hall
Appearing genuinely content
But it's amazing what a mask
Can cover up
All the pain
The guilt
The anger
Untill it boils over
And all we're left with
Is a dead boy
And a smoking gun
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
They all thought he was fine
Smiling down the hall
Appearing genuinely content
But it's amazing what a mask
Can cover up
All the pain
The guilt
The anger
Untill it boils over
And all we're left with
Is a dead boy
And a smoking gun
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