Life is like a playground—

I prefer the slide to the swings

But you outstretched your wings

And flew somewhere you would never be found.

I couldn’t help getting wrapped up in you.

I saw your heart’s vacancy sign,

Foolishly stumbled over the starting line

As if I had nothing left to lose.

But the pistol fired

So I took cover away from glass

Lest ye be shattered

By man’s wicked desires.

My love spilled over the greener side’s grass

And became ashes for the wind to scatter.