Streetfighter
Get beat up in a street fight,
yeah, that's life.
Win the lead part in a play..
well hey, that's life too..
then someday comes to pass..,
Find someone that moves you..
deep in a place you never new existed.
Even better, they had that place too,
same as you.
You can heal from a street fight.,
there will always be another play.
(sound of glass breaking, horns blaring, whatever fits)
Losing that special someone..
You never can quite
get past it, seems. I don't think it was meant
to be easy to replace, those dark eyes..
Like a toe.., or an arm.
Moral of this story.., who knows.
Seemed so easy to let them in,
yet so hard to walk away..
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