Pecking at the rooftops,

Rain comes down, rain comes down.

Slipping through soft spots,

Take me down, take me down.

He sees my weakness,

dancing across the stars that are the sparkle in my eye,

He is the breath caught in the wind as I hit the ground.

Back aches echo across my spine,

Rip me apart, rip me apart.

Those words hurt me,

back to the start, back to the start.

Where could we go from here?

Fighting and clawing at eachothers hearts?

Disapointed once more,

By a boy with a scar.