Lost Boy
***Dedicated to and Inspired by Green Day***
As I walk the “blvd of broken dreams”
I think about her
And what we use to be
A crushed heart
A “lonely boy”
But “September” is always over
With these “21 Guns”
I open my eyes
On the “high way of i-95”
The broken hearted boy was
“Headed to Canada”
Where he thought he could hide
From the love he wanted no more
“Out goes the Green Day tickets”
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