Poor Boy

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Within guitar tones, then more guitar and even more guitars, a solitary cello rises. Standing tall and proud, she reaches forward requiring, demanding thus grasping all of your attention.

Lyrics:

And here we said that you could never play
With the words that meant so much to you
So many times you tried to get your way
As we left you building your hate

The child that you hold so dear inside
Never truely liked us anyway
And here we always played without oh you
‘Till the sun decides to go away
Sulking from the words, so cold

And here you wanted a breath of fresh air
That I couldn’t give to you
Like so many times before
Proven through and through

How could we be so hard, oh on the boy
Such a nasty way to live in hate
How could we be so mean, oh to the boy
He offered us so much we wouldn’t take
He offered us so much it’s our mistake

Why do I wonder where you’ve been
When I’ve got so many troubles of my own
Would you care to listen
Where do you get off spelling it out
Talking about right here let’s figure it out
Right now, let’s figure it out

And here you wanted a breath of fresh air
That I couldn’t give to you
Like so many times before
Proven through and through