Toska-I

There will be boys 
With their eyes on the heavens
And hands in their pockets 
Who will glance down at you
Once in a while 
And tell you stories about the wars they've seen
And all the people they've been
And when they look down at you
With their eyes full of ghosts
You won't be able to help but fall in love
Because even though no one cares
If the sad little girl is listening
She can't help but open her heart
But darling, remember,
When the boys come,
run away
And when they open their mouths
Clap your hands over your ears and walk.
But if, and when
You fall in love
Set yourself on fire
Darling it will hurt far less
Than what they will do to you.