• as i saw the dead vines on the wall
    i sat there with the beggining of fall
    I trusted you and you lied
    the roses of hope fell and died
    yet now i stand alone and ashamed
    you made me take the blame
    and when i saw the moster come
    you suddenly pushed me and runned
    as i took my last hope
    you stabbed me and i sloped
    finnaly realising you were a trador
    and it was to late it got faded and fader
    i saw you with the stare
    with your ugly glare
    it was oh so late you b*****d
    you were my number one hazard