I used to watch the girl next to me pull down her sleeves
I don't know why but that would always put her at ease
I knew though that the scars were really on her thighs
From all the years she had been told lies
I used to see what really happened to the boy next door
When his mom brought home a new whore
The bruises when he came to school
Just because his mom thought bad boys were cool
I used to listen to the jock on the bus
Talk about his next rush
All the stupid shit he'd do
If only he had a clue
I saw them and helped with their lives
Help them up before they took dives
But they never noticed me falling
Until I hit the ground
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