Bruises

Words have hurt him like the rocks they've thrown
He takes his pain to play alone
He chalks hangmen on the paving stones
And gives them names of the kids he knows
Shows his fears in monochrome
Draws his own Rosetta Stone
Spells it out to make it known
That he'll beat them when he's grown
For now, he'll hide here on his own
Safer here than going home

Hey kid! You're not yourself
Liberate you from this hell
Shout... and scream... and yell
And show your bruises colours

Hides beneath his bed at night
Fears the dark, flicks on the light
Downstairs something it ain't right
He listens to his parents fight
Sounds of hatred and words of spite
At least it's not his fault tonight
He's going to run... Far out of sight
But not today
Not yet
Not quite
Hides his face and he clutches tight
As he prays that it will be alright

Hey kid! You're not yourself
Liberate you from this hell
Shout... and scream... and yell
And show your bruises colours

One day he'll leave them to their game
Leave this town and change his name
As he fades in their picture frames
He's going to hate them all the same

Hey man! Here comes your day
To leave the blues and get away
Your demons fade to grey
And hide your bruises colours