Innocent

[Intro - Avril Lavigne] This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay This moment is perfect, please don't go away I need you now And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by [Hook - Avril Lavigne & Jack Rootes] This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay This moment is perfect, please don't go away I need you now And I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you- [Verse 1 - Jack Rootes] She's beautiful, simple as So sweet, with no catch A shy girl that keeps to herself Her only concern; her own health Her life seems so perfect Negativity, she’d deflect So much joy she’d present A smile on her face wherever she went But behind it all, she wears a mask Keeping it on, such a huge task While she acted happy and peppy Inside, she feels cold and empty She acts like she’s alright But she cries herself to sleep at night Whenever her friends go out and play She sees the whole world coloured grey When her depression burns through She feels there’s no one to turn to No one ‘round to make amends She’d even hide it from her friends Feels no choice, but to bitterly Wallow in her misery Even with her family there She thinks no one really cares So many bad thoughts ‘round her head Feels at times she should be dead They do see her now and then But not the notes from her pen That she writes in her diary She’s silent at inquiries Friends and family don’t notice a thing ‘Till they walk away, then she starts to sing [Hook] [Verse 2] He’s popular, with the girls In a way, he’s on top of the world All the girls swoon when they see him And all the guys want to be him He has so many football dreams He’s even captain of his school’s team So many friends that have his back He’s the leader of the pack But inside, like the girl from before His mental state is an eyesore Doesn’t take much for his joy to plummet Low moods make him sick to his stomach So on his lonely days He would go and hide away He’d open up with razor blades He’d rather feel anything but pain! And he wouldn’t stop on the first tread He would cut ‘till his arm turned red! And then, he’d pull himself together Wearing long sleeves, even in hot weather To hide the scars of his previous wounds From his friends and the other groups ‘Cause as far as his thoughts go Nobody else has to know He knows that all of these painful ways Will leave him dead, one of these days When in public, he would deceive Acting like his arms don’t bleed He doesn’t want to be alone But nobody ever calls his phone So, to mask away his pain Headphones on, he drifts away [Hook]