and it seems theres almost nothing left,

in my heart there roamed a theft,

who stole your friendship from me,

picked the lock with no key,

and in my room im crying,

sick of all the lying,

my world seems so amiss,

with all taken away that was once bliss,

something solid shouldnt have been broken,

but our time is up and theyve picked the token,

through the illusion of solid bricks,

in reality made of toothpicks,

the shleter was broken and thrown away,

so once again crying on this dreadful day,

homless and alone,

now whats left,

but memories in the past,

rumors now death.