Have you seen the light- the light that left my eyes?
No, you haven't seen the scars or the cuts that line up my arms.
All you see is the little boy at the age of fourteen, but you don't see how I struggled to breathe...
With the pills in my pocket and a knife in my jeans.
Mom and dad, look at what your little boy has become.
I am trapped in a world full of lost hopes and dreams.
I can't make the voices stop.
Help me out!
Sometimes, I wonder what you saw in me.
Do you ever feel like you're suffocating?
Have you ever tried to look outside your window panes?
Have you ever tried to understand me?!
All I know is that your little boy is all gone.
Now, he's fist-pumping and dying right in the middle of a rebellion.
I know I can't change your minds, but try this time...
Try to see that he can't make everyone happy tonight.
Mom and dad, look at what your little boy has become.
I'm trapped in my own little piece of mind.
I can't make the voices stop.
Help me out!
Sometimes, it scares me on how much it takes over my reality.
For so long, I knew the truth...
The truth is I...I can't go back under that collasping roof.
