I see the tear drops
As they hit my notebook
I watched you walk down the hallways
And all the breaths that you took
Then you stopped and turned around
And gave me the dirtiest look
I feared the loss of you
I feared the sight of you
All those mispent days
All those crooked pictures in your mind
So I decided to walk down your street
Papers blown all over
Then I stopped infront of your home
I see you, Sweat dripping from your forehead
Like an endless running faucet
Blood stains your hands like the
Photographs stained in your mind
Seven houses burning
And you haven`t done it
I traced your footsteps
I watched you kill several innocent people
Pored gasoline on the front steps
Lined it up to the top of the street
And lit that match.....