Two or three years change a lot of things
Two or three years ago i was a middle schooler...

The night falls without a sound, cold and alone...

I have so much fun,
in life...

I step up to the window, and feel the cold breezes
my stubby nose freezes...

Energy flowing in me like crazy
everything is going by quickly...

Ever since i looked into your eyes,
something captured me...

They act like they love you
but then turn around and are evil...

Life was different for you
you turned into a bad girl...

I'm tired of this.
I guess i wasted all my time on you...

In this game of love
first time i eyed you...

Your smile
Everlasting...

Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened...