| Yeah, look
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| Let me tell you about a kid named Steven
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| He’s slowly running out of things to believe in
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| Every couple of months his mom leaves him
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| For no good reason his step-dad beats him
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| Not too many friends, only ever had a few of them
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| But recently they don’t want anything to do with him
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| Always eating lunch in the bathroom stall
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| He just wants to feel normal and be cool again, yeah
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| Always feeling like the outcast, he’s been going crazy ever since his dad passed
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| He needs guidance and advice but instead
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| He only has breakdowns and flashbacks of the car crash uh
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| It’s been getting harder everyday, if he was still around everything would be
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| okay
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| Cause his dad was always the light at the end of the tunnel
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| But now that same damn tunnel is looking dark and grey
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| He keeps quiet in the back of the class
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| And when the bell rings Steven hurries home fast
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| Scared to death the other kids will kick his ass on the long walk home
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| Cause its happened in the past so
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| He’s getting used to the black eyes and fat lips
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| But all he’s got is a fake smile and cut wrists
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| Wishin' he could walk right up to them and show them the scars
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| And say look you’re the reason that I’ve done this
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| Maybe they would finally understand and go back to how it was before it all
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| began
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| But he’s just a little different so they taunt him and they beat him
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| Yeah it’s all just fun and games, they don’t give a damn, yeah
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| His older brother ain’t around, in and out of jail, hanging with the wrong crowd
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| He’s been doing coke, smoking weed, getting drunk all his life he’s a shame
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| No, he’s not too proud
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| Now his habits are rubbing off on his little bro yeah, but guess what?
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| Little did he know that everytime he did a line
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| Everytime he lit a joint
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| Everytime he took a shot he would set the mode
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| So Steven’s sitting in his room getting high now
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| Doors locked, music up, with his lights out
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| He just takes another toke til his room fills with smoke
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| 5−6-7 hours til he knocks out
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| Now he started stealing pills from his mom
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| 8−9-10 at a time and now they’re gone
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| And maybe for a moment all his problems seem to fade
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| But the high fades too after not too long
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| And that’s when it really sinks in and that’s when it hits him
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| That these god damn drugs won’t fix him
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| Curled up on the floor, can’t take it anymore
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| Now he’s talking to God cuz he’s the only one that gets him
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| On his knees, looking up, can’t stop crying
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| «God I know we haven’t talked in a long time
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| But this time I really need you. |
| Please God help me, say something
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| Just give me a sign, because now I’m falling apart and
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| I don’t think that I can do it. |
| Please God, give me the strength
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| To pull through it. |
| Tell me, Should I give up? |
| I could end it all right now
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| I just don’t know if I’m brave enough to do it
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| Cuz there’s gotta be a better way than suicide
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| Try to wait it out, give it time, you’ll be fine
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| But it’s been so long and I still haven’t been able to get rid
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| Of all the thoughts that I feel inside. |
| So sick, so angry, so mad
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| And to top it off no one even knows that»
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| That’s when he stood up, wiped his tears, walked over to his desk
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| And got a pen and a notepad
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| He just couldn’t see it getting any better
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| So on a cold dark night in December, Steven knew exactly what he had to do
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| But first he sat down and wrote a couple letters
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| One to his step-dad, one to his mother
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| Couple to the kids at school, one to his brother
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| Bringing them the pain that they once brought him
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| Tear drops on the paper one after another
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| Yeah, I hope that you all feel guilty
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| Cuz I’m broken now and you can’t heal me
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| And now you’re all an accomplice in murder
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| Each and every one of you have chipped in to kill me
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| So the reason that I’m writing you this evening
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| Is to say goodbye and to tell you that I’m leaving
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| But don’t hold your breath cuz I ain’t never coming back
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| Sincerely yours, Steven |