Maybe this something is his sweetness.
Maybe it’s the way he apologizes,
even though he hasn’t done anything wrong.

Maybe it’s the fact that he is really sorry.
Maybe it’s the way I can see it in his eyes.
His regret, his guilt. His honest.

But maybe only I see it.

I guess there is a reason for the pain I constantly feel
Meaning in the length of time it takes for me to heal
I may not see it now but in time I'm sure I will
It's all part of the prophecy I must fulfill
The tearful nights spent debilitated by heartache
At moments seemed like too much for me to take
But I held on through the worst of despair
And now I use those memories to inspire and share
Maybe my story lets others know that they are not alone
When they are sad, angry, or cut down to the bone
Because I've suffered yet I am still standing here today
As proof that the misery will eventually go away
So all the sorrow I endure on pages I spread
And turn my trauma into something beautiful instead

Maybe this something is in the way he makes you feel.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel part of his friends.
Like he really likes you.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel understood.

Maybe this something is his character.
Maybe it’s his diversity.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s weird in a lovely way.
Maybe it’s the way he is caring and ready to help.
Maybe it’s the way he’s always in a good mood.
Maybe it’s the way his good mood is contagious.

Maybe this something is the fact that he’s just himself.
Maybe it’s the way he never pretends to be someone he isn’t.

I don’t know what is.
But there’s something about him.

There’s something about him.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something.

Maybe this something is his look. His appearance.
He’s like the boy next door. With shaggy hair and hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s his smile. His laugh.

Maybe this something is in the way he moves
or in the way he talks.
Maybe it’s how he keeps eye contact whilst talking to you.
Maybe it’s the way he moves his hand trough his hair.

Maybe this something is the fact that he can be a real gentleman.
But maybe it’s the fact that in heart, he’s still a kid.

I searched for what I was missing
Discovered something else instead
It certainly filled the hole inside
Filled me up with lead

Now I've adapted different versions
Of the face I wear each day
It's hard to tell the truth apart
From the broken lies I say

Tried to **** the sadness
Looking for a cure
But I murdered more than intended
Which parts I am not sure

Past lingered like cheap perfume
I couldn't stand the smell
So I doused myself in gasoline
It seems it burned a little too well

Have I overdone it?
Invading every pore
Every cell in my body rearranged
At least Im not like I was before