Long ago, once upon a time On the first day of eighth grade She walks in the band room Trips over the tuba Drops her drumsticks Her sheet music goes flying She looks up to see a tall stranger He had shaggy brown hair And disappointed look He wasn't the teacher, But the first chairmen The best in percussion His eyes were like sapphires His voice was deep and musical He held out a hand and helped her up She said, "Thank you..." "Jacob," he said. He was her new life
It seems like it happened in another life, but it's only been a couple months...
Belle is a scarred girl, shes been hurt and bruised by this cold cruel world. Now, She left me, so if she got my attention then the ball's in my court, so to speak I don't think she would even consider wanting me back though, so maybe i needed to be alone again i think.
So the day after she left, i walked to work, as per usually I stopped in the guitar shop to play on my next investment, a lovely Candy Red Ibanez Jem you see. I sat in the shop for a good few hours, letting my heartbreak out through flat strings that were starting to sound sour. I got up and saw someone beautiful having some trouble at the counter.