hey,hello,you okay 

am the one whos mind you hunt, your heat my still beat but your like a ghost to me 

am anchor to my self esteam, your a hole to my soul 

you act like a queen, but yet you beg 

you drive me away, but yet you still try bed me 

do you still feel bad for the poor,

still think am deibarate deluded 

does your mind still trick you into think am still the boy with blues from the poor family tying to stay on the right track, living on the wrong side of the social line, tryed to fit where i dont belong, well my daring from the counrty side your on that list of place i dont quite fit 

what can i say faith had different plans, 

sometimes pain isa blessed abd you and me our cursed,sorry say 

but the death of you and me was a grieft 

no more phone calls 

my heart is mended 

i dont plan to break it twice