I remember the early days. Fooling around; early ways.
We thought that we could touch the sky. We were oh, so, high
….But how things change. You be came, oh, so strange.
You started talking behind my back. Felt just like a knife attack.
I could not work out why. All that I could do was cry
….You had changed. We had become, oh, so estranged
You talked about me to your friends. Where was it going to end?
I didn’t know which way to turn. All I could do was crash and burn.
….Things had changed. You have become quite deranged.
You won’t let me function. You won’t let me be.
You’re a high accident junction; and you can’t see.