Did you know,

hidden by his clothes there are some scars

Some are recent,

some have been there for years

Did you know

It doesn't even hurt

It never really hurts, but there are tears



Do you want the real story,

or do you prefer the lie

Do you want to see him smile,

or maybe see him cry

Do you want to follow,

or let him go alone

For then, never to know never to know



Have you seen the way he acts sometimes

And when you ask,

he'll say that he's okay.

Have you seen how well he pretends

Laughs out loud,

before he looks away



Do you want the real story,

or do you prefer the lie

Do you want to see him smile,

or maybe see him cry

Do you want to follow,

or let him go alone