I see you there, and I feel like you.
So long ago, committing heinous crime.
Through wind and tempest I shall be proved
But as a child I was not kind.
Brendan we threw from his hands and feet
We threw him to the ground.
He ran home soon afterward
And I ran into his screen door loud.
They moved soon after, for I was bad
And I saw his picture on the net.
It was the worst thing I had
Done to another boy, was a wicked awful jest.
Yet, you had found him at the mall
When his parents were not near.
You and another boy had broke the law
And to be attached to you I fear.
Your brown eyes, your wicked head
I saw you there one day
At my house where I once lived
Soon after I had moved away.