These tears I cried were not for you,
but what I thought we once had had...

Although we don't spend time together,
and very seldom speak...

You see me as inferior,
as you glare with pure disdain...

Alas, she loves me no more.
I shall wither and die...

You're left without friends,
and you're wondering why...

Four years ago he met a girl,
who put him in his place...

When you choose to wipe away the tears
and let a smile claim your face...

Inside the darkness lurks a creature,
A creature never seen before...

No matter if you win or lose,
The game's still just a game...

A friend may not even be alive,
For friendship is an art...

Sing little bird for tomorrow,
For all in the world which is good...

Every year a horse is born,
Upon it's head it has a horn...