He cries somewhere over, where nobody sees...
He's the kid...
With the story no one would believe.
He thinks every night,
"Hey "God", if you're there, would you please...
Could you send someone here, who will love me?"
Who will love me, for me?
Not for what I have done or what lies I've tried to become.
'Cause nobody has shown me,
What love really means...
His thinking, and mood, is down falling, a little each day...
He's the guy, who's last girlfriend has cheated, upped, and ran away.
But that's not to say,
His others weren't the same.
He'll secretly go to the gym,
Try to eat, every week's third day,
Tell no one, repeat.
Maybe if he was bigger, more muscular, and happy, someone would stay.
He's waiting to die, as he sits it out,
And he's scared, because by now, it feels just like home.