The pictures of you that I had on my wall Amount to the - nothing No, I don't feel anything at all I said what I said, and I meant every line Every comment about you and your performance at the time Yet somehow you took it as harmful and kicked me to the curb You deserve to have it all; Every bit that I give you And smiles about all the bikes that have crashed The bear in the woods has moved into the house I call home But when somebody comes And turns that all around; The augur through the ice Digging straight into the ground All the profane excuses To play a simple game My intentions were good My intentions were good My intentions were good My intentions were good