I was talking to this guy
And I thought I knew...

He is a memory burned within my soul
When I talk to him my heart seems whole...

Blackened are my thoughts
like the rose in my dreams...

Jon
I had a friend his name was Jon...

I think I'm in love with him,
I'm not sure...

I hear voices from left to right
They don't come in the day they come at night...

Does he know what I feel???
Does he know what I think...

Its not my fault when I see your smiling face,
My heart lights up and goes to another place...

There is no sound of happiness here
In this place of emptiness...

Buzz Buzz
This poor poor bee...

He's gone away
If he loved me he wouldn't have left...

When I say I love you,
I mean as a best friend...