She turned and closed the door, and then he dropped, in pain, from the stab in his heart.
Time passed, but his wound still stung,
He watched her pass by, holding someone else's hand,
Smilling like nothing had passed, ignoring him with all her might, she pretended she didn't see, the big gapping hole inside his heart.
High school was done, and college stood ahead,
They took diferent roads, but his path was abroad,
He began to travel, searching for his place,
And he finally found it, by a big, round plaque.
From the lowly trash-guy to the owner of the place,
He learned to handle money and made a bet.
He knew his wound had turned into a scar,
Yet feared it would open once more if he saw the gal.
Marriage and family finally reached him,
He lived and smiled, forgetting his scar,
But one day she came to him, and showed him her stab,
He smiled softly and gave her a hug:
'You can be nursed to health, but it'll hurt like hell.'
