Lowa towa boa sowa doa roma in a choma
lol...

She walks along the dark street
Alone and confused...

I know i love you
but im so confused...

What do I do?
What can I say...

I know I am pathetic I knew when she said it
A loser a bums what she called me when I drove her...

Maybe there is a reason for it all
Maybe it will end...

Being a foster child was never easy
to make new friends...

The depressed are deprived from the one thing...
They lose their feeling of hope and a one true...