Thinking about her,
feeling Lacrosse,
her lips are like poison,
my stick, my soul,
hurt and hurt again,
my stick never broke,
until her,
lost the biggest game of my life,
her,
will I ever be able to play again?
will the sun rise in the morning?
or will it forever be dark?
you can buy a new stick,
but can you buy a new heart?
no,
but it can heal,
the sun will rise,
to a new game,
but never a new her
