The Quill - June Lyrics

Looking down the boy is numb he's getting bored
He doesn't feel pain and he doesn't feel war
He ran out of tears
And he ran out of fear
Still in the same cage
But he ran out of rage whoa
Maybe that's the product of age
Or maybe he's just losing his way
Beneath his face a salty puddle on the floor
It's his reflection but he doesn't recognize it anymore
Wish he could go back to before
Hide n seek he would hide behind the door
He started dreaming of flowers and grass
Until he hears a knocking on the glass
And the knocking turns to banging and the banging turns to cracking
And the cracking turns to shouting and the shouting turns to wake up
He looks down with damp eyes and sees
The spirit of Aiyana on the back of a dragon whoa
She's punching up with bloody fists he hears it snapping and
Now she's slamming on the glass, it started cracking but
It's not enough so he stands up he knows exactly what will need to happen
What will need to happen
The boy who brushed the fur out of his teddy bear's eyes
The boy who cried in his room, but it was okay
The boy who wore Halloween costumes in June
That boy is gone for now one thing left to do