John Vander John

(She tiptoed through the rushes
"Don't hate me," she whispered
"Because I run from everything
And nothing.")

Her face was a shadow of smeared eye-liner
As she fled back down the hallway
After half-an-hour of denial
There say simply nothing more to say.

His eyes were burned raw from crying
As he stared blankly out the window
At the sight of summer gently dying
In the windy streets below.

She's melancholy
And he's losing his mind
Life's just cost him his job
And left all his dreams behind
He's stranded on a beach
In the middle of the ocean
And he only sees his father
In himself again.

And now her back's against the wall
Trapped down a filthy alleyway
And help's too far away to call
Her past has caught her up today
He never wanted this at all
He only wanted to be free.