When there’s trouble this kid is always in the middle
Not intentionally and by nights he soaks his pillow
With the tears he’s tasting his importance was so little
Solving his life problems but was twisted like a riddle
He’s only 15 and it seems he’s lived half of his life
Nearly killed twice for merely trying to do what’s right
So he begins to write and putting the truth in every line
Wording was misery and implication was “I’m not fine”
Struggles to write but continues to intensify the rhyme
How to survive he figures that he will never simplify
Life is a challenge that he didn’t understand why
People think that everything can be solved with a lie
He learned how to survive when starting without a sign
Choices came like a buffet but struggled to decide
Goes back out and now he is hit and given damage
But he knows they won’t fuck with the hidden image
He’d rather be hated for being him than being loved
For what he’s not even if it comes with kicks and shoves

there are the lyrics. ok. now start. heh.

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