he is like a little boy
playing with sticks and stones
he´s affraid he might hurt her joy
but her sorrow will break his bones

she doesnt know what love is
she feels nothing but pure pain
his once happy little heart will
burn in her living raging flame

she can cry herself to sleep
that she made him go away
she can buy a wine so cheap
that her head will hurt all the day

but the boy who played with sticks
little boy who played with stones
will never come back to her
he hates her from head to toes

she burned his heart and couldn´t care
she wasted the smile he had
he hates the way she did her hair
but never knew inside- she was dead