Through the cold night of winter
the year has never seem so bitter...

Shazza, Shazza always hungry be it day or night
She sneaks into the kitchen right after her mom...

Ugly, the name that they all call me
A freak is what they see...

At times you accidentally close your eyes
drown within your daydream of purple sky...

It all started with an empty page
a book that is still clean and new...

Late at night
I've been listening...

You told me that I'm your muse
you grab a pen to let it be at use...

There she is sitting there
in front of her comp...

Our life started
with our very first heart beat...

You walk past me as I take a sip from my glass
you turn around and give me a second glance...

Another year has past again
It was the eve of your birthday...

Friction of gravels
that brush against my shoe...