Once a boy who never moved on,
Stuck to his promise and decided to wait for the dawn.
A broken heart was all he had,
But he never showed the world that he was sad.
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The Two Way Street
Once a boy who never moved on,
Stuck to his promise and decided to wait for the dawn.
A broken heart was all he had,
But he never showed the world that he was sad.
He pretended to be strong, even when everything went wrong.
He was a liar, he was an assumer, but was true
No one saw his tears, no one saw his guilt,
Because everyone was living in the ego they had built.
He was sorry, he was ashmed, he even went to the knees and peayed.
But there was no one to listen, no one to blame.
Coz everyone was having their own claim.
Friendship is a two way street,
If something breaks, you try to repair,
You just don't leave it in despair.
But he never understood, he started to built it with his hands bare.
He soon started dying, the guilt he had to leave the street, it was everything he had which left him bleed.
He wanted to yell, he wanted to cry
But he didn't coz he never gave it a try.
He was sometimes broken, sometimes lost
But it was something sad that made him cost.
He was abandoned, he was left, to live on his own,
Even the closest one said he was unknown,
But still he waited, because he was waiting for the dawn.
It's a saying, you get what you had down,
But it was someones else field he had landed upon,
He tried all he could to make everything fine,
Everything as it was, but he always failed,
Coz the ship of happiness had already sailed,
Leaving him behind, leaving him to wail,
He still never left, he still didn't moved on
Coz he knew it was his fate, he had drawn