I am the boy with the curly blonde hair, the big blue eyes shadowing a deep, lonely stare.
Look closer and see more than just a stare, you'll see warmth, love, and cuddles that I just want to share.
I am the boy with the curly blonde hair, who stands in the shop, seemingly without a care.
Who lives in a silent world, screaming to get my voice out. But so much noise hurting my head, it always ends in a shout.
I am the boy with the curly blonde hair, Lonely but surrounded with love, so much to say but unable to say anything and trying to fit in to a world I dont understand
