The boy with the no name face,
He walks down the hall,
Slowly,embarrased and in shame.
Every footstep disapears,
If only he had a name.
All he needed was someone
To talk to and to cry
Someone who would listen and understand him
But everyone just walks right by
One day this boy
wasn't just himself
He was sick of his no name face.
He would show everyone else.
He took a gun
all the anger,
and all the pain in the world
couldn't have stopped this little boy
If only someone cared.

He looked around at his footsteps
as they disapeared in shame,
Then he realized what he was doing,
And it all came clear
He knew for him,
His end was near.
So there he stood in the hall
All alone and in the cold,
As he held up his hand to shoot,
And from his eye a tear rolled,
Down his cheek and to the floor.
His mark was finally left right there,
The sound of the trigger,
caused much a scene
They all tried to see,
the boy with the no name face,
A girl shouted out,
If only we knew!
If only they knew
He wouldn't have done it,
The little boy depressed and blue,
Had to shoot himself to get a notice,
But no body knew,
The boy with the no name face is gone.
 
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