It could be Me

Walking hand in hand
With the one you love
Not a problem it’s normal
Then you meet his wife
The liar
I stand aside and watch
Shit, it could be me

Buying flowers for her
Little red and yellow blooms
Just to tell her
You are hers forever
Car crash into shop
Died on the spot
God, it could be me

Living with this beauty
Looks like an angel
Talks like a lover
Walks like sweet promises
First night, the knife flashed
Killed by a serial killer
Thank God it’s not me

Met this guy
At the country fair
Took my hands
Said he loves me
Made good love
behind the tents
grasping hands full of pain

I stood and watched
As they bury me
My parents crying
It couldn’t be me
I’m too young to die
Not by the grasping hands
Of a mad clown!