Johnny met a girl in school.
Her eyes were hazel,
And his were blue.
They met, they talked,
They played, they laughed.
Their time spent together,
Was a year and a half.
Movies, picnics, dates and camps,
Kisses, companionship,
Much more than friends.
Then came the time,
Where he called it tough.
It came as a shock,
It came as a shock,
As painful and rough.
She told him bluntly, she had to go.
His hopes were high, and now bottom low.
She said she's moving, to Boston hill,
The reason she gave, was a switch of school.
She said she was moving,
She told him bluntly, she had to go.
His hopes were high, and now bottom low.
She said she's moving, to Boston hill,
The reason she gave, was a switch of school.
She said she was moving,
And in pretty quick pace.
This life in college,
This life in college,
It was just a phase.
He wondered and thought,
He wondered and thought,
Why things were so vague.
He didn't know her family,
He didn't know her family,
Nor her housing estate.
He pleaded and begged, and asked her to stay,
and questioned himself "why things were this way".
She simply said that she had no choice,
that family was more important than boys.
She asked him to forget,
He pleaded and begged, and asked her to stay,
and questioned himself "why things were this way".
She simply said that she had no choice,
that family was more important than boys.
She asked him to forget,
Everything they had.
And not to send her,
And not to send her,
For it would make things sad.
But little did she know,
He followed her way,
Right to the airport,
The very next day.
He appeared before her,
And told her his wish.
Was a complete goodbye,
That right was his.
So she bade him goodbye,
And left him to tears.
For what had happened,
Was his greatest fear.
He'd just lost his anchor,
His only hope,
Now happiness to him,
Was just a story to be told.
The truth was that,
Tricia lived with her aunt,
And the tale my friend,
Has just only begun.
Her aunt was retired,
And they lived on cash.
That was left behind,
After her parents' car crashed.
When her plane touched down,
He was standing there,
Arms extended,
With that long-lost stare.
She hugged him and cried,
He did so too.
Not Johnny of course,
This guy's named Matthew.
So Matthew and Tricia,
They go back a long way.
Since high school they've met,
When she was studying in a cafe.
The reason he left York city,
Was to pursue his degree.
For he was her senior,
Eight years older than she.
Their promise was made,
Way back before.
When she was sixteen,
When he was twenty-four.
He was a poor bloke,
But he'd swore by his love.
To come back for her,
When he'd strived enough.
He sent her letters,
Updating her well.
To strive in loneliness,
He called it pure hell.
To have someone you love, in another city,
It's pretty cruel, don't you agree?
Now he'd secured a job,
And he's financially free.
That's why Tricia's here,
She has basis to be.
As she lay on his bed,
She remembered this name.
This boy called Johnny,
Her high school flame.
He didn't know about Matt,
He didn't know everything.
That she'd used him to fill,
That void within.
She needed a boy,
To lessen the count.
Of the pain that she felt,
Even by a small amount.
As she lay on Matt's arms,
Her body was there.
But her heart unfortunately,
Was fluttering elsewhere.
Then she realized that during that year and a half,
She had grown to love johnny, quite deep enough.
But facts are clear,
Matt's future is bright.
Just look at Johnny,
Studies in a sorry plight.
Just surviving on love quite isn't enough,
She needed a rich guy for her other half.
So stuck here in Boston,
With her new life.
While behind closed doors,
Johnny cried and cried.
He was given a hint, now don't you see?
She called him a boy, not her family.
But Matthew's different, he was a scholar you see.
And now we're clear, he's her husband to be.
In a way that we see,
She didn't lie through her teeth.
Matthew's closer to her meaning,
Of being family.
You might think,
She's on a better plane than Jon.
But it makes no difference,
Both souls are gone.
In a room in York city,
A boy's life was lost.
In a house in Boston,
A girl's heart was crossed.
For love or for life,
She had made her choice.
She couldn't turn back now,
After leaving that boy.
Maybe Tricia's worse for she knows the whole truth,
Compared to a boy, who doesn't know things in full.
I think no one wins,
In this tangled mess.
That's what love's about,
You never know if it'll last.
So now tell me reader,
Who's at the suffering end?
A boy that was hurt,
Or the girl that regretted her plan?
Just know that if they were both given a choice,
They would still choose to go through that ploy
For happiness, for love, for lessons, for joy,
It's all a good memory, for that girl and that boy
Sometimes it doesn't matter what lasts,
As long as it helps us build our next path,
So take in what's good and leave out what's bad,
Your next love will be a much luckier lad.
But little did she know,
He followed her way,
Right to the airport,
The very next day.
He appeared before her,
And told her his wish.
Was a complete goodbye,
That right was his.
So she bade him goodbye,
And left him to tears.
For what had happened,
Was his greatest fear.
He'd just lost his anchor,
His only hope,
Now happiness to him,
Was just a story to be told.
The truth was that,
Tricia lived with her aunt,
And the tale my friend,
Has just only begun.
Her aunt was retired,
And they lived on cash.
That was left behind,
After her parents' car crashed.
When her plane touched down,
He was standing there,
Arms extended,
With that long-lost stare.
She hugged him and cried,
He did so too.
Not Johnny of course,
This guy's named Matthew.
So Matthew and Tricia,
They go back a long way.
Since high school they've met,
When she was studying in a cafe.
The reason he left York city,
Was to pursue his degree.
For he was her senior,
Eight years older than she.
Their promise was made,
Way back before.
When she was sixteen,
When he was twenty-four.
He was a poor bloke,
But he'd swore by his love.
To come back for her,
When he'd strived enough.
He sent her letters,
Updating her well.
To strive in loneliness,
He called it pure hell.
To have someone you love, in another city,
It's pretty cruel, don't you agree?
Now he'd secured a job,
And he's financially free.
That's why Tricia's here,
She has basis to be.
As she lay on his bed,
She remembered this name.
This boy called Johnny,
Her high school flame.
He didn't know about Matt,
He didn't know everything.
That she'd used him to fill,
That void within.
She needed a boy,
To lessen the count.
Of the pain that she felt,
Even by a small amount.
As she lay on Matt's arms,
Her body was there.
But her heart unfortunately,
Was fluttering elsewhere.
Then she realized that during that year and a half,
She had grown to love johnny, quite deep enough.
But facts are clear,
Matt's future is bright.
Just look at Johnny,
Studies in a sorry plight.
Just surviving on love quite isn't enough,
She needed a rich guy for her other half.
So stuck here in Boston,
With her new life.
While behind closed doors,
Johnny cried and cried.
He was given a hint, now don't you see?
She called him a boy, not her family.
But Matthew's different, he was a scholar you see.
And now we're clear, he's her husband to be.
In a way that we see,
She didn't lie through her teeth.
Matthew's closer to her meaning,
Of being family.
You might think,
She's on a better plane than Jon.
But it makes no difference,
Both souls are gone.
In a room in York city,
A boy's life was lost.
In a house in Boston,
A girl's heart was crossed.
For love or for life,
She had made her choice.
She couldn't turn back now,
After leaving that boy.
Maybe Tricia's worse for she knows the whole truth,
Compared to a boy, who doesn't know things in full.
I think no one wins,
In this tangled mess.
That's what love's about,
You never know if it'll last.
So now tell me reader,
Who's at the suffering end?
A boy that was hurt,
Or the girl that regretted her plan?
Just know that if they were both given a choice,
They would still choose to go through that ploy
For happiness, for love, for lessons, for joy,
It's all a good memory, for that girl and that boy
Sometimes it doesn't matter what lasts,
As long as it helps us build our next path,
So take in what's good and leave out what's bad,
Your next love will be a much luckier lad.
This guy is so super talented I swear, so do give him the credit that is due :)
He can sing, he can play the guitar. I really have no idea what he can't do. I'm super tempted to upload his cover here.
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