I once knew a man called bob
who had a bin man job...

Punched,kicked
dragged,scratched,bitten...

Hands and giggles and memories collide
flashbacks and pictures that you keep inside...

I love you , i say
but inside my head...

When im all on on my own
and no ones around...

I listen to his laugh
his pictures in my mind...

She sits in a corner
with such a sad face...

Suicidal ....
no not my daughter my mum wuld say...

He looks at me and for a moment i forget where i...
hes eyes connect with mine...