i don't even want to be with youi don't even want to walk your wayi don't even want to hold your handor be your friendi don't even want tono not even talking on the phonego on now for the sweet essenceof death lingersi don't even want toremeber those cold nights in decememberwhen i wrote you a letter and somewe started to fighti feel this is righti don't even want tospeak on the peak of mountian lowsso i must godoor shut behind and a apple seed hits concretewill it make it to fertile soil and grow orwill it be uprooted by wicked crack banditsthe apple tree that grew from concrete"lovely words indeed"TE-TEThe End - To Everybody