I see a friend who grew up during my days,

Or foe who took my life away.

If I tell you I like him,                                                                          

I would be lying to you.

I still remember the day my girl fell for him,

I greeted him and started to conversed.

Told him how happy I was to see him,

And that’s when Pinocchio’s nose look small compared to mine.

I asked him about Alexandra,

He told me an argument took her to God.

I said at least we won’t fight for her anymore.

Alexandra’s death had my pants burning if I was happy.

He told me he’s sorry about what happened,

That he knew how much I loved her.

And at that moment he walked away.

He held a steady pace and didn’t run,

Not knowing what I was going to do with my gun.