A boy in my class
Staring at the grass
Looking through the window
Out into the meadow
A boy in my class
Staring at my heart
Looking at my soul
Out through the hole
A boy in my class
Face pressed to the glass
Looking past me
Out at the world
A boy in my class
Tearing at my heart
Looking at all the lies
Tearing up the past
A boy in my class
Sitting on the grass
He follows me around
Looking at the ground
A boy in my class
There he is now
Staring at the glass
He looked down
He saw my face
And turned to go
Out he stepped
Out through the window
Down, down, down he goes
Out, out, out through the window
Off the edge
Out of the window
He screamed and yelled
Giggled with glee
He plummeted down, and yelled back at me
“Come, come, come fly with me”
Now looking at his heart
Pierced with glass
I wonder about him
The boy in my class
The boy in my class
Pierced with glass
He screamed and yelled
Giggled with glee
He went off the edge
No looking back
Now look at him
Now he is dead.
