Tales from a weird and righteous life

A story of a child left behind

Looking to the surface for help

But the contentment was saved for hell

No one around for the poor soul

Heart on his sleeve and his war torn

Bruises on his knees, holding unsteady

Is it just me or was he unready

Skin was torn, blood was hot

Couldn't tell if he liked it or not

He went down the wrong path, led him to his misery

He'll just be skin and bones until he sees tranquility

Skin and bones, skin and bones

He'll be skin and bones if you leave him alone

Skin and bones, he'll be skin and bones

If you leave him alone, he'll be skin and bones

Fleshy spots, missing sockets

Skin and bones, he'll be skin and bones

Never found family

He'll be skin and bones before he found any

Skin and bones, skin and bones

He'll be skin and bones if you leave him alone

Skin and bones, he'll be skin and bones

He'll be skin and bones if you leave him alone