a cold march night under stadium lights,
and the school yard's swaying.
a boy up high,
a dot against the sky.
the smell of it suffocating.
a match still singing in the officers eye.
his partner is screaming for help
a desperate plea on P.S. one-three,
as the boy offers life to hell.
you were the one
you were the one
you were the one to break me, after all
his desperate plea is etched into me
his warm glow is over me now
his last words so cold, they were sixteen years old
when he offered his life to hell
now he's livin' his life in hell
you were the one
you were the one
you were the one to break me, after all
you were the one
don't be sad now son
there's nothing you could've done
to change me after all
after all.
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