The boy who said I love you and meant it

There use to be a boy, that used to be in my class
He dragged his feet, and wore torn shirts
With a mysterious grin, and a sparkle in his eyes

There used to be a boy, that used to sit next to me
He smiled at me the first day, before he even new my name
I grew to love that boy, for no one ever talked to me
They only saw a shadow of a girl, who never got the chance to go out and play

There used to be a boy, Who fell in love with me
I took his hand to give him strength, and made him believe I could feel the same
As he kept whispering he loved me, as he leaned and try to kiss me
But only got my cheek, now blushing in my skin

"You don't love me, you cant. I cant even love myself." I cried to him
He begged me not to say such things, as he shouts his love for me
I cried and told him "I am sorry, I cant do this anymore."
He nodded as he walked away defeated with his head to the ground
As I cried for the boy who loved me, the boy I wish I could have loved.

The boy used to walk with his torn shirts, with a paper in his hand
As he wrote poetry that I could barely understand
He told me that I inspired him to write, and that's why I gave him a true gift
He was too beautiful, I couldn't comprehand

The boy continue to talk to me as a friend, I love him for his dignity
I gained strength as I told him the truth about me
He called me his sister, told me he understood; it didn't matter at all
Told me that I was his sister now, I cried as I called him my brother

Its been a year, he hasn't changed
Its what I want, and Its what I hate
His head is closer to the ground
He cries to me, "No one could ever love me."
I cried with him as I hug him and tell him never to say that again
That it is an unbearable lie that he shouldn't tell himself

Its been almost two years, he hasn't changed
Except that I don't ever see his face anymore
Barely showing up for school anymore
And when he does his hair is in his face
As he tells me there's no hope he'lll ever graduate

I used to know a smart boy, he new things five minutes before I did
He said he doesn't write anymore,
I told him I wish he did, talent lied in his words
Much better then mine ever did
And I cried like a poet had died on the Sabbath day
As I drank the whine and ate the bread

I used to know a boy, but he has somewhat changed
He cries every time I talk to him, as he wishes he wasn't a live
He tells me that he never would kill himself, how he believe it would be wrong by his own hand
But he says he sick, and wishes it would just end

He talk to me again yesterday, told me he was ashamed
I ask him as he barely could speak, he said "I got so drunk I couldn't move, almost
kill myself by alcohol poisoning."
I said its okay, it'll be all right--everyone makes mistakes
And the good news is he's still alive
But he doesn't respond to such words and only sighs

I talk to that boy today, he was saying words that I couldn't comprehend
not because they were smart words, but because they made no sense together
I asked him what was wrong
He told me he was sorry, he was still a little stoned.
I asked him why he was stoned, and he bluntly said, "Because I had some weed."
The boy I use to know, who swore he never would get high

I used to know A boy, a shaggy face and tainted smell
He used to say I am beautiful, and told me that he new me well
"You're the kind of girl that listens, the girl that makes you smile."
And he said it didn't make sense at all
He didn't understand, why someone of such beauty could hate themselves so much.
And God I wish I had ask him the same thing
But words escaped me, I had no words like him
Five minutes is always too late

Could he ever be the boy that I new
Will my brother make it in the world
Or will he fall in the ocean to his death
The only one who told me "I love you" and meant it
The one I could never save
Forever in debt to him
Forever do I pray for him