What it really was, to my bud Ja...

Once upon a time, it was in the 6th grade sitin in that chair

Feeling the flow of that cold air, That flew like the midnight flare X2

 

Mins flew, but the door opened with a cough and snap

 

A young man walked threw the door, confused but figured his way around

 

He sat in the back with the sound of a crack from that fractured boot that sounded flat

 

That made him frown, at first I turned around and huffed with annoyance

 

From the pests of class with the anxiety of being fought to be top dog

Or was it just to sit and relax with out someone trying to throw a punch

 

Once upon a time, it was in the 6th grade sitin in that chair

The clock ticked, it flew like a glare with the midnight flare X2

 

It was 4th period, the teacher walked out and said (voice of a teacher)

“ Good afternoon, Students today we have a guess and student.

One of your class mates has a persistentation to share”

 

The young man again, like he was like back from the dead this time

He was free of that god forsaken boot, that looked like stones

Crumbling to the bones.

 

I sat there,I huffed again unsure of glare X2

 

Then I turned to meet his eyes and chuckled giving my attention

 

He began to speak I saw a twitch here and there and smirked

 

Then it hit me, he was speaking his truth. His truth of his youth X2

 

That busted him like a booth, he spoke the words of ones

 

...who would be to scared to say because they cared for there

 

Looks and not what it really was

 

The words he spoke. “ Hi, my names Jacob Bryson.

I’m one of your fellow classmates, this is my story.

I have something called Tourette's syndrome where

Uncomfortable ticks and flicks”

 

The moment he spoke, you could hear the laughs

 

Giggles and whispers, the truth of are world (laughs and whispers X2)

 

We are scared of the ones who are not normal,

 

Because of this we always turn and give them a cold shoulder

 

Just because they where who they where

 

Annoyance flew there my head as I started to feel

 

Some of my brain cells turn away

 

Time passed and one day I walked up to him and said

 

“Hey, your Jacob ...Bryson? Right”

 

“Hi, yes I’m Jacob Bryson”

 

“ I heard your voice, you stuck out and

It’s hard for people to understand that you are you”

 

“ Heh. I guess so “

 

That’s where it all began, the path of a new laugh

 

That went to a new blast, we traded numbers

 

Then it grew like the seed of a great tree

 

We seemed to click like the flick of a dime

 

That would pass the time, even if it was a pain

 

That would follow you (to the vein X2 )

 

He was there like the shoulder I need to fall on

 

threw the pain that felt like the sharp blade of

 

A great fang, he was there even if he was annoyed

 

At the pain caused by the man who threw it around like

 

He was a great god who had no care or thought for a mortal

 

Threw the pain threw the great fame X2

 

He knew his truths and knew where to go no matter

 

The shame or pain he knew he could confined to

 

The ones who made him grow (like the great vine x2)

 

This was to the one who gave his time to stop one

 

Life from being washed away like a hurricane

 

All I gotta say is thank you, for what you truthfully have done

 

Even if they try to despise of you,( keep your head up X2 )

 

Remember who you are, remember that your angel who

 

Sits on your shoulder, is lookin down with a smile

 

To make your frown turn upside down

 

Remember who you are, and you are a great person man who

 

Knows the truths of this hiding world..

 

Once upon a time, it was in the 6th grade sitin in that chair

Feeling the flow of that cold air, That flew like the midnight flare X2