On a sunny springs day,
I stood watching my mothers pale face...

A flower fighting with all its might,
against the wind thats pushing past...

As i see that girl,
i wonder what troubles her so...

You were their for me when i shed my tears,
and tho you are scared of this emotion...

You used to say you love me,
but it was obviously just a phase...

A rose is passed,
from one to another...

Oh what is this cruel thing called love?
Is there such a thing as true love or is it all...

She could not lose her emotion,
That is what drove her heart...

Valentines day is a day to smile and be happy,
a day to laugh and be joyous...

What happens when you die?
do you just disappear...

When it rains,
you are my umbrella...

What does this make me?
i've broken up with one...