He wanders as if alone in the world
But yet he speaks of a beautiful girl
Her eyes as perfect as an unstained pearl
And in his memory she danced and twirled
Yet something is still bothering him all day
He sits and sobs over in the corner
His speech stutters like a foreigner
Who has not a clue how or what to say
They all wished that someday he would be fixed
But some things aren't meant to be fixed quite yet
The dark secrets only the lord can bet
In the pools of his sorrows he will swim
Some say only this girl can save the boy
But only he himself can bring back joy
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
He wanders as if alone in the world
But yet he speaks of a beautiful girl
Her eyes as perfect as an unstained pearl
And in his memory she danced and twirled
Yet something is still bothering him all day
He sits and sobs over in the corner
His speech stutters like a foreigner
Who has not a clue how or what to say
They all wished that someday he would be fixed
But some things aren't meant to be fixed quite yet
The dark secrets only the lord can bet
In the pools of his sorrows he will swim
Some say only this girl can save the boy
But only he himself can bring back joy
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