With just some chalk and my hand
Try and forget about before
And make you now understand
I'll rip the chalk across the pavement
Write something that'll make you cry
About how it feels to be alone
About how I'd rather die
Then I'll try and put into this
All the love and all the hate
All the fights and every kiss
To which you can relate
I'll illustrate what we are
And what we could have been
In my dreams you'd sing me a song
And the dreams that lasted so long
I'll show you that if you had tried
I might have come to feel
That maybe fake feelings would coincide
With something that is real
I'll put into a physical form
How cold I have become
How I could never be warm
Even when bathed in the sun.
I'll write on this rock
How I secretly love you too
That no one could unlock
What I feel for you
Then you'll find me dead on the ground
And you'll stop your steady walk,
As you see a poem beneath me
Scratched on the floor in chalk
