What Happened?
What happened? We look around and every thing's changed and we ask the question. "What happened?"
"I was too busy living my life, working my days to pay for my nights,” said Beth. "The bills never stopped, the wants never ceased, just a little more, you know what I mean."
"And suddenly it's ten years later and we are left wondering, What happened? What did I do?"
"How did I get here?" Beth twitched. "Do you know?"
Slip sliding away. Oh? Slip sliding away.
“Well, you concentrated on getting through the days,” I said. “And the years took care of themselves.”
“I guess that is right,” said Beth.
“Blink. Gone…”
“Blink and fucken gone is right,” said Beth. “And it is over, never to be repeated. Nobody tells you that when you are a teenager.”
“I think they do,” I said. “But you are not going to listen if it doesn’t mean anything to you…”
“One shot,” said Beth.
“One shot,” I said.
“It should be written in big letters on your final school report,” said Beth. “We don’t think Beth will make the best of her one shot, it should have said and then I might have taken more notice.”
“Do you really think you would have?”
Maybe I wouldn’t have fucked it up,” said Beth. “My one shot.”
“It is never too late,” I said. I immediately regretted resorting to cliché as soon as I had said it.
“Nice sentiment,” said Beth. He face ticked several times.
"I was too busy living my life, working my days to pay for my nights,” said Beth. "The bills never stopped, the wants never ceased, just a little more, you know what I mean."
"And suddenly it's ten years later and we are left wondering, What happened? What did I do?"
"How did I get here?" Beth twitched. "Do you know?"
Slip sliding away. Oh? Slip sliding away.
“Well, you concentrated on getting through the days,” I said. “And the years took care of themselves.”
“I guess that is right,” said Beth.
“Blink. Gone…”
“Blink and fucken gone is right,” said Beth. “And it is over, never to be repeated. Nobody tells you that when you are a teenager.”
“I think they do,” I said. “But you are not going to listen if it doesn’t mean anything to you…”
“One shot,” said Beth.
“One shot,” I said.
“It should be written in big letters on your final school report,” said Beth. “We don’t think Beth will make the best of her one shot, it should have said and then I might have taken more notice.”
“Do you really think you would have?”
Maybe I wouldn’t have fucked it up,” said Beth. “My one shot.”
“It is never too late,” I said. I immediately regretted resorting to cliché as soon as I had said it.
“Nice sentiment,” said Beth. He face ticked several times.
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