Gabriel Isaac - Poor Boy

I am
Poor boy
I make all sorts of noise
And my lover thinks it's cool 'cause
She was
born in a different frame of mind
Than I
Breathe now, breathe in
City air just doesn't fill my lungs enough
Don't speak you Heathen
The truth is in this box and don't look anywhere else
You're ruining lives
You're ruining lives
I am poor boy
Stuck on this big island called America
The roads stop at coastlines
Where the only thing the eye can see is what could be
Poor boy oh poor boy
The grass is always greener on the other side
But heathen oh heathen
You say that it's all dead and that it's always been
Why
I'm not scared of dying
You know where to find me
You don't realize that you're ruining lives
Ruining lives
Oh your faith it is toxic
So far from the truth it is nonsense
Do you realize that you're ruining lives
You're ruining lives?
You're ruining lives
I'm not your poor boy
I am your heathen
So search for your meaning
I do not need it

Written by:
Gabriel Shuemaker

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