Part I
pop.
Thats the sound that was made when I broke the lock.
let them
drop.
The walls that you've built to protect what's soft.
It's nonstop.
The search for a start to something that's got a shot.
Ask why not.
If there was ever a reason hopefully it's just been lost,
to the thought,
that he's not,
just another boy caught
by the looks, that he got
when he took a second a shot,
at a lot,
because he sought,
to fix the double knot,
that he forgot,
has him tied, down to one spot,
in a world, that's been bought,
at a worth that's come to naught,
instead he's just another boy, looking to get lost.
Part II
I'm not a mugger in an alley,
or a thief on the street.
Just come over to me and I'll show you what I see.
I've got a picture in my mind,
and a thought in my head,
that maybe this beginning can have a happy end.
Haven't you ever heard?
Just go with the flow,
it's better to regret than to never even know.
Now don't be too flattered,
this is just how I am.
I'm just trying to prove that you can trust taking my hand.
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