Lyrics are poetry when sung with passion. You can be so great - what we had was golden, but a fling. Too bad you lasted a month or so, it could have been stars. I look at you now, and you're so fucking small and immature. you are what would have brought me down, and maybe that's what i wanted. You will never know that even though i've changed (and i know that you notice), i'm still me; i did at the least like you for a friend. Now you're reading your text book, thinking about smoking. You're still so young, you are a kid. Ruining yourself when i see your potential. Intelligent, but a crushed peanut shell under pressures foot.