Like someone else~ Kaya
He's like him; they say
He acts like him.
He speaks like him
That's what they talk behind his back.
What do you talk about?
You've got no experience with life;
it repeats in my head, hand grabbing my knife.
If they only knew what they're talking about,
would they still blame me and shame me, destroying my last flicker of proud?
Skin touching metal, I can not believe.
That the words of hate and jealousy could ever dive me so deep.
The once happiest boy could be fallen to the ground.
The ground where no one is going to be found.
No one searches for the ones that had to stop walking.
Instead they just keep on going with talking.
Not talking about the good things he has done;
just watching him breaking and finding it fun.
Deep inside I know he's going to find a way; yeah he really wants to stay;
I'm sure one day he is the one that's going to slay.
He looks to the ground;
a hand touches his shoulder;
suddenly it stopped getting colder.
You stopped him from leaving;
you took his harmed hand.
and pulled him up to the world again.
He is getting better;
and one day he'll know;
he does matter.
