Their here to tell me about their pasts,
Their here to tell me nothing lasts,
They tell me about their dreams,
And all their secret dynasties,

They tell me they live here,
They tell me not to come near,
They tell me they will hurt me,
They tell me of the boy called he,

The boy had no name,
With him they played a game,
What they did to the boy they never say,
They have kept me guessing to this day,

Some are nice,
If you roll the dice,
Some are scary,
And by that I mean very.