You pass by like there's nothing going on
Avoiding the crowd that gathers
Knowing it's probably the same
He's in one or two of your classes
Shaved head and bright red glasses
Doesn't say, but you're sure he'll be okay
Think it should stop, but you don't want to get in the way
What if tonight...makes up his mind
And he'll take it down with all his might
In the blink of an eye, cut the lights
Won't be brought down no more, and though you heard his cries
You walk by
You pass by, and so do your chances
That was the last time he could stand it
From now on, things will never be the same
Think it should stop, but you just need one more day
How can you leave it alone
Tomorrow maybe you'll know
