The ghost of a boy;
So young and naïve,
His body littered in scars,
Ones you wouldn\'t believe.
Look at his face;
All the marks up close,
Some from a beat(ing),
All from a drunk.
The ghost of a boy;
He and I are friends,
He looks for me in light,
I search for him in dark.
This boy doesn\'t have a name;
It doesn\'t seem to matter,
He always answers to \"friend\",
And that\'ll be his name \'til my end.