Another town goes by
Out of the window pane
As
she feels time
And chances going to waste.
She’s only
seventeen,
Burdened by a broken home
Though all her golden
dreams
Have built brand new walls.
If only he knew
Where to
find her…
Well wouldn’t it be alright
Once and for
good?
Imagine comparing their scars
Struggling through the
thorns.
Another glass goes down
And the bottle’s
echoing;
His face is a distorted frown
Before the mess he’s
living in.
He’s only seventeen
And never had a home,
Never
had families
And loathes what he’s become.
If only she
knew
Where to find him…
Well wouldn’t it be alright
Once and for good?
Imagine comparing their scars
Struggling through the thorns.
Marco Delrio 