The young boy was taken away,
Thrown in the maze where he had to stay.
In the maze he met Alby and Minho, who helped him say yes when he really meant no.
The blue eyed boy with the short blonde hair, tried to adapt but was hard to bare.
He is subject A 5, the Glue, the boy we all call Newt. The boy who wanted a normal life, strived to keep all his friends alive.
He was the second in command, always lending a hand and keeping everyone together, even though he hated his life and just wanted to remember.
He is subject A 5, the Glue, the boy we all call Newt. The boy who wanted a normal life, strived to keep all his friends alive.
He hated his life wanted to suffer no more, he climbed up high the ivy door. Up the wall he went higher and higher until he jumped... Death was his desire. Alby found poor little Newt at the bottom of the maze, although the fall left him with just a limp, Alby carried him back to the glade.
He is subject A 5, the Glue, the boy we all call Newt. The boy who wanted a normal life, strived to keep all his friends alive.
And from the box up came Thomas, a friend he'd always follow and trust, Tommy led them out of the maze, through the scorch, a sandy blaze. Minho was then taken behind Wicked's walls, Newt wanted his friend back that was all.
He is subject A 5, the Glue, the boy we all call Newt. The boy who wanted a normal life, strived to keep all his friends alive.
It started with a shaky hand and then a veiny
arm. Getting kind of angry and causing Tommy harm. "Don't lie to me!" he shouted with anger in his voice, saving Minho was his only goal and to reunite with the boys.
He is subject A 5, the Glue, the boy we all call Newt. The boy who wanted a normal life, strived to keep all his friends alive.
The flare ate at his mind leaving his mentality behind. "Kill me!" he shouted to Tommy as they fought on the ground.
"Please Tommy. Please" the drained boy whispered as his last piece of sanity was found. Weather it was a knife to the heart or a bullet to his head, Tommy will never forget how poor Newt plead. And will never forget that his best friend Newt is now dead.
He is subject A 5, the Glue, the boy we all call Newt. The boy who wanted a normal life, strived to keep all his friends alive. Sadly the Glue has dried. You're insane if you didn't say "I cried!"
*Author's note: Sorry it's kinda bad and long, bear with me Im a Newb!! First thing published on Wattpad. Thank you so much for reading!* ps I miss Newt! *
