Kids (Live)

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I went on a trip with my school, stayed in a hotel for a week

Me and two of my friends got put into a room with a boy from the other side of the social divide

He was pretty, he was clever, he was good at sports

Real golden child

My pals and I, were always the scrappy weirdos

We never hung out with the kind of kid and they never paid us any attention

They were like the celebrities in our world, the bright young things

Even though he was friendly to us, I was still intimidatеd by his beauty and his popularity

One night when hе went out, I drew a cruel picture of him, as an awkward feeble creature

With a big nose, knock knees and spots all over him

Really it was a picture of me

I projected all the awful ways I saw myself, onto this ridiculous being with his face

I showed to my friends and we laughed, it was only ever meant for our entertainment

But the next morning, in an unfathomable act of carelessness, I showed him the drawing

Maybe I thought he would somehow find it funny, but he crumbled and started to cry

I was astonished, I thought he was so perfect that he could never be affected by anything someone like me could do

But he collapsed onto the bed, sobbing

Didn't come out of the room for a really long time

The teachers had to go find him

When he eventually reappeared, he didn't say anything about it, we never spoke about it again

I hope he's forgotten the hurt

I'll always be ashamed