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He sat in the back, head down, quiet and small
Never raised his hand, never spoke at all
Marched home alone down that same old street
He walked like his backpack was made of stone
Kicking rocks as he wandered home
He fought wars that nobody could see
He was just a boy in the background, fading away
Just a whisper in the hall, just a face with no name
But he had dreams, he had fire, he had stories to tell
He was screaming on the inside where no one could
No one could, no one could, hear him yell
His mother worked late, his father was gone
Left to raise himself, left to carry on
He learned how to smile like nothing was wrong
He learned real fast how to play pretend
That people hate when you don't blend in
So no one asked if he was okay
No one stopped to watch him fade
He was just a boy in the background, fading away
Just a whisper in the hall, just a face with no name
But he had dreams, he had fire, he had stories to tell
He was screaming on the inside where no one could
No one could, no one could, hear him yell
Then one day he vanished, like he was never there
An empty desk, and an empty chair
And suddenly, the absence met their eyes
Now they saw him, but too late this time
He was never just a shadow, never just a name
He was more than just a whisper, more than just a face
And he had dreams, he had fire, he had stories to tell
But without someone to listen, his silence
His silence, his silence, became his tale
Now they speak his name in candlelight
And wonder why they never saw his fight
Maybe if someone had stopped that day
Maybe if someone had looked his way
Maybe if someone had called his name
The boy no one knew would have stayed
Mmm...
Mm...
So if you ever see a boy in the background
Maybe look his way, before he fades
He's silent cause he learned not to make sound