INVISIBLE BOY
He sits at the back of the bus
A bruise in his eye
A tear in his arm
Sitting behind his school bags
He turns away from their looks
They call him
They call him
They call him the invisible boy.
They call him
They call him
They call him the invisible boy.
They notice him from the corner
They tell him who he is and what he does
He wishes he could fade away
He doesn’t even know his own name
They call him
They call him
They call him the invisible boy.
They call him
They call him
They call him the invisible boy
Don’t make him
Don’t make him
Don’t make him
Invisible
Born to this world in a naked skin
Shrouds himself in your words and looks
Strips himself and reveals his name
And runs towards a crowded train
Let me in
Why don’t you
Don’t make him Invisible.
Taken from: The Butterfly Observations
WORDS AND MUSIC: JAKE HOOK
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