going through

Now here's a story bout a boy with dreams

So picture perfect at seventeen, a high hope teen

Beneath the surface it was more than just a smile

Nobody knew about his secret so it took a while

I could see a tear fall slow down his heart

He then quiet with tense in the back seat; so when he asked me,

"What would you do if it was you?"

Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through

I tried to trade places in the tragedy

I couldn't picture my dreams and hope slippin' through

For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and test me

Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief

Thinking with your brains blown that would make the pain go

No! You got to find a way to survive

cause they win when your soul dies...