To what happened to the little boy
His death is a mask on his face
Over and over again
Repulsed by his thoughts he has come
Face to face with the man
While the innocence of the motive eased his pain
It was himself, the boy
The feeling rushed over
Taking the pain away
He wasn't alive
He wasn't alive
Searching for answers just one last time
But his eye caved in blankly can't tell any lies
And someone out there knows
Someone out there knows why
His arms are in fold
Dancing around his head
His hands are a mask on his face
Over and over again
Repulsed by his thoughts he has come
Face to face with himself
While the innocence of the motive eased his pain
It was himself, the boy
The feeling rushed over
Taking the pain away
He can't tell any lies
It isn't a lie
Searching for answers this was his last time
But his eyes staring blankly just can't seem to find
Why someone out there knows
Why someone out there had to take his pain