Your hot and cold,
Like an old rusty tap,
Keep dripping away in the same place,
'Your in my dreams' you keep telling me,
You treat me like your old action man,
There one minute when you want to play,
Then in the toy chest when your fed up and want something new,
You think i'm always going to be there,
One day when you go to that toy box,
When you walk through the front door,
I won't be there,
I'll be gone,
Out of this place you call home,
How well will you cope?
