Be still my head,
stop thinking its true...

Are you missing me?
is it and wonder as another tear hits my knee...

Our friendship was over before it
began...

You make me laugh and smile
you set me free...

What is it?
is it something you go to the tore and buy...

Its night or day
thats moon or sun...

I am fading
its true...

Its sad you know?
that when you hit me i fall...

I never met you but i love you
my mother was fifteen and pregnant...