Open his heart
You can see the scar
Gaze into his eyes
You can see all those lies

Strum of his guitar as his lonely voice hum
Can make your heart beat erratically in a thump
At the back of the 23rd row you can see this boy
Isolated as the unwanted Christmas stuff toy

Did you see the pain?
From a yesterday's no one knows who's to blame?
His walls were so thick no one can break
But i guess he's just it
A broken damaged boy from yesterday