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A casual glance across a crowded bar

Was how it all began

He walked her slowly back to her car

He had his own game plan

Even after just one night

A flame inside his soul was lit

She was his all, his guiding light

Her hand in his a perfect fit.

She couldn’t put up a fight.

How could he prove his intentions were good?

How could he make her believe?

He couldn’t bear to be misunderstood

He wore his heart on his sleeve.

He promised her the shirt from his back

She was bemused.

He swore to keep her safe from attack

And she was just confused

He promised to write her a symphony

She just  laughed out loud

She didn’t recognise such chivalry

She usually ran with the crowd.

How could he prove his intentions were good?

How could he make her believe?

He couldn’t bear to be misunderstood

He wore his heart on his sleeve.

He had to save her from herself

He would take no excuse

He knew together they’d be perfect

He wasn’t prepared for the news

She never returned any of his calls

She was never home when he knocked

Her friends told him he had no balls

He couldn’t get over the shock.

How could he prove his intentions were good?

How could he make her believe?

He couldn’t bear to be misunderstood

He wore his heart on his sleeve.

She looked so pale lying in the bed

Her beauty still shone through.

He cried real tears inside his head

He’d never felt so blue.

He vowed revenge on the ones to blame

His heart was set to stone

Her life snuffed out like a candle flame

His life was now a battle zone.

How could he prove his intentions were good?

How could he make her believe?

He couldn’t bear to be misunderstood

He wore his heart on his sleeve.

The knives came out; the fighting was fierce

He never stood a chance.

It really was just par for the course

Another step in the dance.

One more life lost in the name of love

No-one understood why

A girl and a boy lay in the morgue

Why did they need to die?

How could he prove his intentions were good?

How could he make her believe?

He couldn’t bear to be misunderstood

He wore his heart on his sleeve.

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