This boy
No one really liked,
This boy
No one really knew,
This boy
That barley existed,
This boy
Knew this was true,
This boy
had an eye on a beauty,
A beauty so sweet,
A beauty so delicate,
A beauty so kind
A beauty so popular,
So popular she didn't even know,
The lust this boy would hide
He would hide it away
Only for the day
He would revile every afternoon
Just how he would feel.
This boy
Tried to fit in,
This boy
Was rejected and laughed at,
This boy
Had anger, no one could see
This boy
Covered it so well,
His beauty was the only one to notice
The only to respond
She wasn't to know
What he could do
This boy told her
How he felt, with a knife in his hand
She was so scared
she wasn't to know his plan
As he kisses her lips now
He does the same to himself
And tells his beauty
He'll be seeing her soon.
