Walking through the hall
Ashamed of what they'll see
I've never felt as small
When we were seventeen
Brown eyes I hear you crying
Why do I feel like dying
Try not to turn away cos'
Things will get better in the sunlight
When you
Start to
Feel like
You could
Try to
Learn to be alright
Ill stay with you
Be your
True blue
Ill be by your side
Through good days and bad nights
Staring at the page
Ashamed of blood red ink
I've never felt as caged
When we were seventeen