Скачать или смотреть stranger things inspired me to write this song about outcasts (zombie boy)

and yes.....
i am a byler shipper 😏
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Lyrics:
Zombie boy, you don’t have to hurt the way you do. Oh, zombie boy, they call you a freak, but it ain’t the truth.

Your father always said you had no brain, you should go get some. A monster in your small town, treated like a villain. Just a little kid, but your daddy left you, stuck with a drunk mother and a brother who’s fed up with coming from a broken home. You walk around town on your own, given looks as if you came back from the dead. All you ever wish to do is get a new head. Maybe then you could fix your thoughts, get a better brain. Only then would you stop feeling all of this pain.

But you don’t have to get a new head. The heart is what matters. Love isn’t pain.

You’re okay. You’ll be alright. You’ve committed no sin, no reason to cry yourself to sleep at night. You’ll be okay. You don’t have to search for new parts, your’s work just fine. You’re not made wrong, you’ll be alright. They’re all wrong about you. You’re only a pawn in their evil ploy, but soon you’ll escape, you’ll be okay zombie boy.

All you’ve ever had are a few misfit friends, but you know that they can and never will understand. They’ll never like your thoughts, they can’t accept the truth of who you are. If they found the grave that you sleep in at night you know that they would start a fight, you would officially be enemy number one in every single person's eyes. So you refuse to tell the truth, you’d rather be safe for the rest of your life even if it means living a lie. Worth it, you think, to not be called a zombie.

But you are wrong. You don’t have to get a new head. The heart is what matters. Love isn’t pain.

You’re okay. You’ll be alright. You’ve committed no sin, no reason to cry yourself to sleep at night. You’ll be okay. You don’t have to search for new parts, your’s work just fine. You’re not made wrong, you’ll be alright. They’re all wrong about you. You’re only a pawn in their evil ploy, but soon you’ll escape, you’ll be okay zombie boy.

So tear up those drawings framed on every wall inside your mind. You’ll be alright. You are not a monster. They’re the ones who are sinful for their fright. There is no reason that you should feel pain.

You’re okay. You’ll be alright. You have committed no sin, no reason to cry yourself to sleep at night. You’ll be okay. You don’t have to search for new parts, your’s work just fine. You’re not made wrong, you’ll be alright. They’re all wrong about you. You’re only a pawn in their evil ploy, but soon you’ll escape.

You’re no zombie, boy.