He really known for breaking the rules When he arrived in the second year of my school He wasn't so much of a of fate As a short turn up from a Southern He was born a sweet tooth he couldn't beat Always trying to himself something sweet All that he was a trouble and me Or maybe just found him
It was hard to hide his heart had scars He would stay up late talking to the People tried to him for making bad choices he was only listening to the voices And for some kind of deeper truth Between the lines and the Bible and proof There's no point now to judge him in If you haven't been there, you know the pain
He was a liar, but not a Living proof there was no God the Devil, stiff as a rod A slave to a
His life became more he could take He found a bad habit he break Nothing could tame him and could hold him He only took the pills when the told him
Looking to help for the something To make his life feel less What in the are you gonna do When the world has its mind up about you?
He was a liar, but not a Living that there was no God the Devil, stiff as a rod A slave to a
He to be a better man Then kicked him down like an old tin can He give you the shirt on his back If not for a
found him lying on his bed With a gun in his and a quiet head His broken heart, now, is gone But I know that he had to for too long
To think he had it all on his own Just to lose the battle and die After so years of feeling the loss He finally made his way home
And I heard they put was left in a box And took it to a place called Jesus And him all over jagged mound As a symbol to all the piece had been found But not for a sign is behind With a hand stuck reaching in time To a place in which you can never I hope he found so sweet
He was a liar, but not a proof that there was no God Just the Devil, as a rod A slave to a
He wanted to be a man But kicked him down like an old tin can He would you the shirt on his back If not for a
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