I was weak and that was fact
But I found delighted in my every act
I did it how I never had
But pushed me back since all my luck was bad
And wasn't it a crying shame
That I was always held to blame
Whole world knows so very well
Flipped me back, a living hell
One last rope holding us tight
How up? I can hope that was right
My favourite colour is white and that's my light
And now how can I accept new colour of night
Still in wave coz i lost my angel's touch
And got friendship comma, "sorry", i love her so much
but... until the day both stop and die
A rope of friendship will always keep us tie.
