“Distant Seventeen”

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.

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