This story won’t make it on the news,
Not enough tragedy
Not enough death.
No bloodshed
Just heartbreak.
A different kind of beating
It happens all the time.

This story won’t make it on the news
It’s just a different kind of abuse
This song is for the disenfranchised youth
Dying to be free, to be living proof.

Breakups aren’t easy,
No kind is,
Especially to a kid.
Especially to your kid.
This story won’t ever make it to the news
Even though it’s saddening
It’s just tragic
But you’ll see
In two days
No one will remember
You’ll be just another face.
(I’ll remember)