Song fic

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by MsHelp

by MsHelp

A/n Oh god I'm doing one of these??

Mark is the one singing it btw.

There is a boy in the front of my class,
Who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh.
He's tall and he's smart,
Handsome and strong
And when someone's sad
He tries to fix what is wrong.

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure,
As to scar his wrists with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more.
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate his own guts
Drawing a picture on his arms with a blade,
As if his mind isn't dark enough.

There is a boy in the front of my class,
Who's eyes are glazed over like freshly cut glass
A ghost of a smile hints at his face
And he laughs as they tell him
'Who's on first base.'

There is a boy in the front of my class,
Who's so sad
It's here to see his smile or laugh,
His friends tell him jokes like that one with the guy
But all he does is close his eyes and enter his mind.

There was a boy in the front of my class,
Who yesterday took the breath that was his last.
He wrote a few notes "I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up, you couldn't save me anyway...

And to the boy in the back of the class who feels the way I felt,