The wet streets of broken depression
The rain softly tapping the tops of our heads
The cobblestones, chipped and unbalanced with age
As the leaves on the trees finally look at their best
As we’re walking away from what we can’t face
We don’t look back, we quicken our pace
We smile as we escape, they cant catch us now
But then the wind starts howling, trying to slow us down
We don’t pay much attention to what we do
We never think the consequences through
We think everything’s going to be okay
But scientifically there’s no proof
We eventually got caught out, we’re in trouble now
We want to walk away, act like we don’t give a cow
But deep down we care about what we did
But nothing can change it now
We try to escape, once again we’re held in place
The looks of anger and disbelief, we see it on their face
We beg for their forgiveness, they lower their heads and turn away
We know from their reply, they’re gonna make us pay
We now have to grow older, with the shame of what we did
We’ll never forgive ourselves, but we were just 2 little kids
How were we to know, what problems It could cause
Its all our fault, lets hope the blade can solve it all
