Friday, August 04, 2006

A boy tries hard to be a man.
His mother takes him by his hand.
If he stops to think why,
Oh why, Does he start to cry.

His dreams will never be fulfilled.
Rushing away like water spilled.
If he stops to think why,
Oh why, Does he start to cry.

He thinks that he's no special guy,
But he's only convincing himself of this lie.
Love flashes through his mind,
But in reality, he's gone blind.

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