Waste
11-09-2008, 05:19 PM
He runs out of the gates, smiling widely,
Pulling his girl beside him.
Down his street and through the door,
No more school, and he’s in love.
He runs up the stairs, her hand in his,
Pulling his girl beside him,
Through the door and to the bed,
No more school, and her mind’s elsewhere.
She pushes him away, again and again.
Our boy does not understand,
His girl’s heart has flown,
No more them, and he’s in pieces.
He runs outside, tears in his eyes.
Chasing his girl into the street,
He doesn’t understand,
Will he ever understand?
Fate has spun him a web of deceit.
He pushes life away, again and again
Our boy, he hates, the world,
Black empty eyes and broken boy heart,
No more love, it tore him to pieces.
He runs out of the door, wrist bandaged tightly,
Pulling his black heart beside him,
Down his street and through the square,
No more him, and he’s ready to face it.
He stands at the cliff, death’s hand in his,
Urging him into the water,
The crash of the waves, the thought of return,
No more hope, and then he sees it.
He runs down to the beach, tears in his eyes,
Chasing a girl to the shore,
She doesn’t understand,
But she is drawing him in
Here he is, going back to before.
Pulling his girl beside him.
Down his street and through the door,
No more school, and he’s in love.
He runs up the stairs, her hand in his,
Pulling his girl beside him,
Through the door and to the bed,
No more school, and her mind’s elsewhere.
She pushes him away, again and again.
Our boy does not understand,
His girl’s heart has flown,
No more them, and he’s in pieces.
He runs outside, tears in his eyes.
Chasing his girl into the street,
He doesn’t understand,
Will he ever understand?
Fate has spun him a web of deceit.
He pushes life away, again and again
Our boy, he hates, the world,
Black empty eyes and broken boy heart,
No more love, it tore him to pieces.
He runs out of the door, wrist bandaged tightly,
Pulling his black heart beside him,
Down his street and through the square,
No more him, and he’s ready to face it.
He stands at the cliff, death’s hand in his,
Urging him into the water,
The crash of the waves, the thought of return,
No more hope, and then he sees it.
He runs down to the beach, tears in his eyes,
Chasing a girl to the shore,
She doesn’t understand,
But she is drawing him in
Here he is, going back to before.