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It'll Be Ok?
He ran away when he was 14
Didn't look back
Ran away from mommy and daddy
Thought he could make it on his own
That night he slept on a park bench
Under that dark with few stars
And he said everything would be ok
He walked though the allies
Made good friends with bad people
They helped him make money
Showed him addiction
And with a needle in his arm he said
Everything would be ok
He sat around a fire
Injecting up enough addiction
To forget about mom and dad
And when he took too much
He passed out
But was high enough to think
Everything would be ok
He woke up late
To late to fight what was happening
A larger man had him pinned down
Told him to not struggle
The man took his innocence
Left him half naked in the alley
And he wondered
If things would be ok
He would now spend his days
Begging for some change
And getting rejected by strangers
And when he didn't have enough to inject
He started to think
Things wouldn't be ok
He wondered streets alone
His steps full of uncertainty
On the path of discomfort
Never sheltered from the rain
No one to tell him it's fine
And he knew
Things wouldn't be ok
He had too much pride
Didn't want to go back
He left for good
And could handle things on his own
He found a sharp piece of glass
And found a way
To make things ok
He dotted his skin
And where veins once pumped drugs
Now bleed out on the pavement
And his vision started to fade
And when he felt completely numb
He remembered what it was like
When everything was ok
Didn't look back
Ran away from mommy and daddy
Thought he could make it on his own
That night he slept on a park bench
Under that dark with few stars
And he said everything would be ok
He walked though the allies
Made good friends with bad people
They helped him make money
Showed him addiction
And with a needle in his arm he said
Everything would be ok
He sat around a fire
Injecting up enough addiction
To forget about mom and dad
And when he took too much
He passed out
But was high enough to think
Everything would be ok
He woke up late
To late to fight what was happening
A larger man had him pinned down
Told him to not struggle
The man took his innocence
Left him half naked in the alley
And he wondered
If things would be ok
He would now spend his days
Begging for some change
And getting rejected by strangers
And when he didn't have enough to inject
He started to think
Things wouldn't be ok
He wondered streets alone
His steps full of uncertainty
On the path of discomfort
Never sheltered from the rain
No one to tell him it's fine
And he knew
Things wouldn't be ok
He had too much pride
Didn't want to go back
He left for good
And could handle things on his own
He found a sharp piece of glass
And found a way
To make things ok
He dotted his skin
And where veins once pumped drugs
Now bleed out on the pavement
And his vision started to fade
And when he felt completely numb
He remembered what it was like
When everything was ok
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