a boy

i remember the boy who walked away

his face used to light up with jokes

he'd grin and laugh and stare into your soul

he'd know if you were sad

and he would try

oh, he would try

to change that

to make you laugh until your stomach hurt

because that was what he was lacking

he gave what he didn't have

and when it didn't work,

when it didn't work

he walked away

he went

slowly at first

backing up, getting ready to go

and he knew it

oh, he knew it 

as he got further,

he could hear people calling him back

so he clamped his hands over his ears

and let his legs pump

and feet hit the ground hard

and he left