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]