Joey Dedhart
Is a boy
Who's silent as the grave
He'll never ever
Say a word
However I behave
Joey Dedhart
Wears a mask
Of sterlie cotton guaze
I only see those
Sky blue eyes
That see through all my flaws
Joey Dedhart
Listens close
As I cry endless tears
And he has always
Been with me
To calm my deepest fears
Joey Dedhart
Understands
Why I feel so alone
He stands beside me
In the crowds
And somehow feels like home
Joey Dedhart
Chases down
The nightmares in my head
Then holds me as I
Shake and cry
Alone inside my bed
Joey Dedhart
Watched me bleed
With every little slice
He never shouted
Never judged
Just handed me the ice
Joey Dedhart
Sees me as
A silly little girl
'Cause that's the way I
Used to be
Before the pain unfurled
Joey Dedhart
Knows I can
Go back to how I was
And that's why he is
My best friend
And also—just because.
Joey Dedhart
Isn't real
If you don't know by now.
But none can ever
Take his place
Because they don't know how.
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The Art of Confusion
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