things are going down
for you and I
along with my temper
I hate this month more then september

stop kick and play with my heart
like it's a rock
cuz it's not
I hope it didn't came with a shock

stop telling me that I am so much better
when I am far away from you
I try to keep the balance
but I always seems to fall

I fall on the glass
that use to be my lungs
but they surrender
and now a piece wounded my heart
why didn't I think of this
what damage it did make
right from the start