wrong path

Tales from a weird and righteous life
A story of a child left behind
Looking to the surface for help
But the contentment was saved for hell

No one around for the poor soul
Heart on his sleeve and his war torn
Bruises on his knees, holding unsteady
Is it just me or was he unready

Skin was torn, blood was hot
Couldn't tell if he liked it or not
He went down the wrong path, led him to his misery
He'll just be skin and bones until he sees tranquility

Skin and bones, skin and bones
He'll be skin and bones if you leave him alone
Skin and bones, he'll be skin and bones
If you leave him alone, he'll be skin and bones

Fleshy spots, missing sockets
Skin and bones, he'll be skin and bones
Never found family
He'll be skin and bones before he found any

Skin and bones, skin and bones
He'll be skin and bones if you leave him alone
Skin and bones, he'll be skin and bones
He'll be skin and bones if you leave him alone