Name
Wasn’t it painful dear when they called your name
Failure, like they wanted fame
Late at night, on your bedroom floor
you weep silently behind your doors
You lost your voice to their bitter words
You just wanted to be good enough at most
You’re just a young boy learning about yourself
In a world so selfish, you can’t control
But did you know, all of that doesn’t matter because
I know your name, yes I know your name
It tastes so sweet, it warms my tongue
I know your name, I know your name
You’re not just the boy who’s always in pain
I know your name, I know your name
Author of the story you never told
I know your name, I know your name
One day, they’ll know the same
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