Song parody of
The Boy Who Cried Suicide
by project_peaRs
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I was a little boy, a pure unaltered soul
Naive and lost, fresh into this hellhole
Several colored paths showcasing
This false sense of perfection
The dark often shines the brightest
Makes the light often obsolete
Innocent wondering, unaware of danger
Educated by the guilty, by a stranger
The ones who guide; also the ones who tend to deceive
Dragging you through their bullshit; into hell
"You're a failure"
"You're worth nothing" they said
As they coped with the issues inside their messed up heads
You gotta learn to be proud of yourself
Forget what your inner self always has to say
As I grow I forget my past,
My innocence starts to fade to ash
Beaten and scarred by humanity
Beginning to lose all my sanity
These insecurities mock me
As I hope for the day that I can finally see
Why people seem to give a fuck about me
Ideas of trust is just a fantasy, ugh
This perfect soul now blistered and black
Trying to grasp something that'll save me
Feel it's too late, this damage is done,
The voice who cried suicide has already won
"You're a failure"
"You're worth nothing" they said
As they coped with the issues inside their messed up heads
You gotta learn to be proud of yourself
Forget what your inner self always has to say
These voices talk to me
These voices talk inside my head
These voices long for my sweet death
These voices long for their bitter end
This gun it calls my name
This gun it calls to be made used
This gun it longs for my sweet death
This gun it longs to be put to rest
These voices scream at me
These voices scream inside my head
These voices drag me to my death
These voices stab me till i’m dead
This bullet marks my name
This bullet wants to be with me
This bullet stabbing, killing
This bullet was my only friend
This is the death of the boy who cried suicide!
The sad reality is knowing you’re unloved
That everyone uses you
That everyone has intentions
They lure you in secretly
Give you an incentive to care
But then they stab you and twist the dagger
Into the shape of your soul
The world tells you to be selfless
To not care about yourself
To not spot the red flags
But then it’s worse
Loved by noone again
Cast into the permanent shadows
I was a little boy, a pure unaltered soul
Naive and lost, fresh into this hellhole
Several colored paths showcasing
This false sense of perfection
The dark often shines the brightest
Makes the light often obsolete
Innocent wondering, unaware of danger
Educated by the guilty, by a stranger
The ones who guide; also the ones who tend to deceive
Dragging you through their bullshit; into hell
"You're a failure"
"You're worth nothing" they said
As they coped with the issues inside their messed up heads
You gotta learn to be proud of yourself
Forget what your inner self always has to say
As I grow I forget my past,
My innocence starts to fade to ash
Beaten and scarred by humanity
Beginning to lose all my sanity
These insecurities mock me
As I hope for the day that I can finally see
Why people seem to give a fuck about me
Ideas of trust is just a fantasy, ugh
This perfect soul now blistered and black
Trying to grasp something that'll save me
Feel it's too late, this damage is done,
The voice who cried suicide has already won
"You're a failure"
"You're worth nothing" they said
As they coped with the issues inside their messed up heads
You gotta learn to be proud of yourself
Forget what your inner self always has to say
These voices talk to me
These voices talk inside my head
These voices long for my sweet death
These voices long for their bitter end
This gun it calls my name
This gun it calls to be made used
This gun it longs for my sweet death
This gun it longs to be put to rest
These voices scream at me
These voices scream inside my head
These voices drag me to my death
These voices stab me till i’m dead
This bullet marks my name
This bullet wants to be with me
This bullet stabbing, killing
This bullet was my only friend
This is the death of the boy who cried suicide!
The sad reality is knowing you’re unloved
That everyone uses you
That everyone has intentions
They lure you in secretly
Give you an incentive to care
But then they stab you and twist the dagger
Into the shape of your soul
The world tells you to be selfless
To not care about yourself
To not spot the red flags
But then it’s worse
Loved by noone again
Cast into the permanent shadows
