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Living a life of pain and feeling impure
Did you ever notice, stranger?
Here’s another story about a little boy
Who has ever known only sadness, no joy
“Are you hurting?” “Are you all right?”
He looks up masking his pain with a smile
But inside he cries as he hopes that someone can see
Reach a hand out to pull him from this dark dream
“Are you hurting?” “Are you all right?”
He says, “I’m fine,” living in his world of lies
And he forced himself to isolate from his friends
Hoping and waiting for the pain to end
Hiding all the scars from losing a war
Hoping someday, someone will say something more
Stranger, did you notice?
His light inside starts to flicker, flicker
Stranger, do you care?
Every time she drinks her liquor, liquor
His light starts to wane
And we wonder how can he endure
Living a life of pain and feeling impure
Did you ever notice, stranger?
Looking for a friend, waiting on a hand
Maybe someone can finally understand
Looking for a friend, waiting on a hand
Maybe someone can finally understand
Stranger, did you notice?
Their light inside starts to flicker, flicker
Stranger, do you care?
Every time they drink their liquor, liquor