He combed his hair like james dean
He carried a rifle in his right hand
He never cared for good intentions
He never cared for second thoughts
He never cared for conversations
He only cared for her.
He never cared for listening soft
He never cared for rolling tears
He never cared for football games
He never cared for heartless jokes
He never cared for reiterations
He only cared for her.
He never cared about his clothes
He never cared about his thoughts
He never cared about his loss
He never cared about his cash
He never cared about his car
He only cared about her.
He only cared about her hair
He only cared about her eyes
He only cared about her breath
He only cared about her kiss
He only cared about her heart
He only cared about her.
He shed a tear when she left home
He broke a string when she said
I’ll never see you here again
In these haunting halls, the dead of night.
She shed a tear as she drove away
She broke a string when he said
I’ll only ever care for your heart
It’s beating keeps me here,
Now i have nothing but
To wait for your sweet return.
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