I have a box full of all your picture frames
Each one had our names
The memory they bring, now is a shame
From the first argument you change, or probably remained the same
Few years later you took your train
I often thought that really was your aim
A fearless heart that became your fame,
A heart player began your game.
I was wondering how you are now,
A little love in my heart somehow
Its been weeks and I still have those memories
The ones that gives me chill and make me worry
I regret not one moment spent with each other,
'Cause once we used to fight for one another.
As I sit here with this gasoline in my hand
I have in mind, a wonderful plan.
