That's the second computer

That I have broken.

The first I threw against the wall

Cause I was angry at something.

That's the second computer.

Where I now have to use the bad one.

The one that's slow as heck,

And the keys stick

Never again,

Will I throw it against the wall,

Or press yarn against it,

Or even cry over it.

It's just an object.

It can be replaced.

Not like a life.

Once that's gone,

it's gone.

Personal at the bottom don't feel like talking about it...