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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