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He listens to his music

and lets the whole world drift away

only he knows what he's thinking

and I doubt he'll ever say.



His pen is writing out his note

working, desperate for his grade

but what's being lost while he does so try

his rays of youth begin to fade.



Gone are days of cheerful talks

smiles replaced by shallow grins

no longer tries to make us laugh

on a single, youthful whim.



And they all ask "What's wrong with him"

but they're too worried about their lives

none of them realize after all

that it is them that hold the knife.



So he just listens to his music

lost and alone in broken dreams

no one really see's his pain

and on nobody will he lean.