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Yes, another.
.::Just Sixteen::.
Wrote this last week.
He never got a promise.
She’ll never feel this pain.
He watches her as she walks home.
The lights go down on Main.
He takes up all the sidewalk.
His heart is heavy here.
He can’t help but wonder,
If he should disappear.
Lights go off and now she’s gone
Time is cheap
And life’s too long
The night is young, just sixteen, lost in all the quiet things.
That might just drive him down to madness
All this sadness.
Nothing feels much better
Day by day by week
He’s not alive for waiting
She’s not alive to speak
And as he sits awake in bed
The sun hangs low inside his head
He lays to sleep but falls apart
She don’t know she broke his heart
Lights go off and now she’s gone
Time is cheap
And life’s too long
The night is young, just sixteen, lost in all the quiet things.
That might just drive him down to madness
All this sadness.
He’s stuck in a hole
Covered in hurt
Crying crimson upon his shirt
He’s had enough
She hasn’t called
He says “it’s good, I’ll be gone.”
And as he raises his eyes
The mirror jumps as he blinks and cries
Tears are going cold
Tears are going cold
Lights go off and now she’s gone
Time is cheap
And life’s too long
The night is young, just sixteen, lost in all the quiet things.
That might just drive him down to madness
All this sadness.
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