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.....