The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved:
long had it been since she left me? A month or two maybe. And it
felt like so long, like all of my life, like years. Like I had
grown old in the time. And now here I was on, at the end of her
road sitting with my guitar and sitting there with my case
I didn't want money to be put in there, but several love letters and notes from her. I just wanted her love, that was it.
no, she hadn't called me, or spoke to me, or messaged me.
And once I realised it could be over I came here, and started to sing my heart out. With the exact same lyrics of the Script.
The Man Who Can't Be Moved.
Police came over to me, asking me to move, but
I begged with them that if they had a heart they would let me
stay. Stay for my love.
Others protested against them to let me stay, but they were blocking her from seeing me.
The news reporters came over and I kept singing, hoping she would see me some time soon.
the news maybe, just on the news!
I wouldn't leave, not yet, I had to get her to talk to me. To be with me.
She was the only one that would complete me.
kept my guitar and kept playing till my fingers bled, but it
She didn't come.
But I couldn't give up hope.