The Boy Next Door by Linsey copyright 2001
The savage within is hidden
His sly exterior covers for his faults
He�s focused on his looks
Not really concerned about his heart
Playing it cool and holding things back
He�s making life a joke
Trying hard not to laugh
Somehow he�s not trying hard enough
Has to hurt a girl to make him tough
Has to hurt a girl to make him buff
Has to hurt a girl to prove his point
She was drunk, she was alone, and she was scared
That doesn�t mean that she didn�t care
She�s left with thoughts of hate and rage
Tears flow down like a mornings rain
Upon her dying face