Play with razors
Play with knives...

The sunshine is shinning bright
amd the rain is now out of sight...

I dont wanna see this happen again,
Ive seen it too many times before...

What happened to the sister i use to love;
you use to be my life, like a flying dove...

The memories of us feels my head with haze
as they seem to be going as dirt flys on dusty...