i don't even want to be with you
i don't even want to walk your way
i don't even want to hold your hand
or be your friend

i don't even want to
no not even talking on the phone
go on now for the sweet essence
of death lingers

i don't even want to
remeber those cold nights in decemember
when i wrote you a letter and some
we started to fight

i feel this is right
i don't even want to
speak on the peak of mountian lows
so i must go

door shut behind and a apple seed hits concrete
will it make it to fertile soil and grow or
will it be uprooted by wicked crack bandits

the apple tree that grew from concrete

"lovely words indeed"
TE-TE
The End - To Everybody