as allways it is the train to mess the mind
trains have allways been devious
remember that !
this was a girl i had seen on the station
sitting there, for what ever reason we met and spoke
she was not quite my type
but she did fascinate me
i would have been glad to see her again
but we never did
i carry a knive
just to have something to cut with
eleminates the search
and creates time to think
never to cut
to use
just to remind me
once before i met a girl
and she changed my world
damned trains
damned names
when we die
the world will never be the same
when we survive
no one will notice
i'll stick around
just to see
and i saw
and get remembered of the girls
some think i have hate
some think i have love
i know i have nothing
it overcomes
trains are devious
they change worlds
and we are to slow to realize it
and when we do
the impact is even harder
sometimes i wish to meet the girls once again
just to see
if the world has changed
for them