He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious? He liked to walk, she liked to talk, what more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell, but secretly she wanted him aswell. All of her fans, stuck up they were, walked away from her.
He was a walker guy, she said "See you tonight?" He was the best thing she could ever get. Now he cries in his room, on the drums he booms. Can his sad face see what she was worth?
Five years from now, he sits at home, feeding his face, he's all alone. Turns on TV, guess who he sees? It's her death anniversary. He calls up his friends. They already know. And they've all got tickets to see the show. He tags along, stands in the crowd, looks up at the face he should've turned down.
He was a walker guy, she said "See you tonight?" He was the best thing she could get. Now she is dead and gone. And he wishes she was born. Does his pretty face she what she was worth?
Sorry boy but you missed out. Well tough luck that girl's gone now. You were more than just good friends. That was how the story ends. Too bad that you couldn't see. See the woman that girl could be. There was more than meets the eye. I saw the soul that was inside.
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