Blues For The Underage

You broke me into pieces
Small enough so I tumble down the streets
my black coat, blue jeans and a worn out converse
I gave you my all, my trust, my pride
I miss you In the worst way possible
If this was a game, I am losing
Take me down like a crumbling tower



Now I am on the brink of quitting, but you wont let me quit
What have you done to me
You're the first thing I trust in
Maybe the years had not mature
Leaves are falling, I am moving
Friday will be goodbye, But nothing is certain