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They call that boy the wallflower.
He dances through the halls,
And he sees no one at all.
He stares through space in class,
And you can't hear him talk.
He leans against the walls,
And watches people pass.
He never makes a sound walking,
And he can hear your voices talking.
You'll never even notice him,
Unless you look around.
At home, he just sleeps
He dances, and draws,
He doesn't stop to eat,
Not for anything at all.
Wallflower boy lives in his own little world,
A world where he is all alone,
Where he dances and draws,
And nobody talks.
There's a soft pitter-patter
Of his toes on the stage.
He yells to the crowd, in fear,
"Loquacious students,
That gather in the halls,
Most of you haven't heard me talk.
But now with a gun,
You all shut up,
Because you're afraid of this metal.
I know more gossip than you ever will,
Because you pass me and not realize
That I'm standing at all.
You tell your secrets in front of me,
Because you realize I won't talk.
Well here I am, people,
With my lips moving and all."
He waves the gun around
At the people in the room,
Then holds it to his head.
Wallflower boy's petals fall off with a boom.

Description
They call that boy the wallflower.
He dances through the halls,
And he sees no one at all.
He stares through space in class,
And you can't hear him talk.
He leans against the walls,
And watches people pass.
He never makes a sound walking,
And he can hear your voices talking.
You'll never even notice him,
Unless you look around.
At home, he just sleeps
He dances, and draws,
He doesn't stop to eat,
Not for anything at all.
Wallflower boy lives in his own little world,
A world where he is all alone,
Where he dances and draws,
And nobody talks.
There's a soft pitter-patter
Of his toes on the stage.
He yells to the crowd, in fear,
"Loquacious students,
That gather in the halls,
Most of you haven't heard me talk.
But now with a gun,
You all shut up,
Because you're afraid of this metal.
I know more gossip than you ever will,
Because you pass me and not realize
That I'm standing at all.
You tell your secrets in front of me,
Because you realize I won't talk.
Well here I am, people,
With my lips moving and all."
He waves the gun around
At the people in the room,
Then holds it to his head.
Wallflower boy's petals fall off with a boom.