It's amazing that you shoot everyone at night.
You make a pretty amazing seen for everyone to see,
however, you hurt me with your bricks.
they would crush me when I'm running home from school.
And yet...I ask for more, yes, I do ask for more random bricks to fall from the sky and crush me more.
it hurts my vision, yet I see where it goes, the bricks fade through me and smash on the ground.
The next day you ask to throw even MORE bricks at my face.
It wouldn't matter to me because I'm transparent.
But, then a thought came in to my mine. If I'm transparent I should be at the other side of the world.
Its to much for me...I hide away from you...so I don't get the pain to say yes or no.
Now that you talked to me I'm on my feet.
Why didn't I bring a umbrella? so that whenever you ask to throw bricks again it wouldn't matter anymore.
The question itself was bothering me anyway.
I was confused at that point...you showed passion when you threw the bricks again...you, we could have been on the roof and talks to each other then just publically saying it to me.
I feel bad not returning the favor if not throwing brick back was making me happy then what was it?
was it so I can be happy again?
was it so I could be on top?
was it just a thought?