My thoughts are now on this page,
The day I was left to age,
The thoughts flow through my fingers,
On the keyboard they linger.

I walk through the streets,
There our eyes meet,
You told me I was the one,
Now you say I was just for fun.

Now I hold the axe,
I wouldn't relax,
As I slash all your tires,
I watch out for all the liars.