People say, that i am wierd,
and they know that i can\'t stand it...

Nothing to do or see,
summer slowly washes over me...

Just one tear,
to mend my broken heart...

Although she seems sad,
and sometimes she is...

Broken tears,
Cold gray ashes...

He makes me feel so sad.
it breaks my heart every time he says...

Thinking you liked me,
but i know you really don't...

So many words,
but not knowing how to say them...