we havet to say good bye to frends
who left this world and you
to live in the way thay whant
not comeing home in ters
no more runing with sheres
lighting no more fires
saying good bye to frends
all thay left was a note
all i will leve is a memorey
if i deside to go
nothing solid or still
but a moving brething almost sething gost
cos thats all i was a flower on the wall
a joke for the passers bye
just one more god dam gost
see throw and glowing
face tend in side out with pane
ill nevre be remeberd i know now
no one knows my name