• He's tired of feeling alone in these crowded places,
    Like an eraser to the page, his emotions it erases.

    It’s like being put in a coffin, and buried alive,
    And the worst part is, no one knows you’re inside.

    Shovel after shovel, they pile the dirt.
    Shovel after shovel, they pile the hurt.

    He carries around the dirt with him wherever he goes,
    Carefully making sure that not a speck of it shows.

    He walks around like a shadow, hardly even there,
    And if he was visible, do you think they would care?

    Shovel after shovel, they pile the dirt.
    Shovel after shovel, they pile the hurt.

    He reaches in the darkness, into the abyss,
    But what he is reaching for, he just seems to miss.

    How much longer, do you think he can take it?
    How much longer, do you think he will make it?

    Shovel after shovel, they pile the dirt.
    Shovel after shovel, they pile the hurt.

    Now they all see him, up there on the wall,
    In a gray picture frame, staring down on them all.

    Under the picture it says, on a golden plate,
    Remembering the Shadow Boy, died, 2008.


    And you think they would learn, no it’s a real shame,
    For they didn’t even learn, the Shadow Boy’s name...