Hurrying home to get started
I have so many things to do...

She goes home every night and dreams,
holding her pillow close to her heart...

I remember when you used to be happy
Talking about me to all your friends...

Your parents tell you they don't love you
They are always yelling, saying you were a mistake...

A simple girl...
Sitting quietly on the train...

Every second I'm awake
All I can think about is you...

Confused mind,
broken heart...

My nights are your days
& my days are your nights...

I gather my thoughts
And write them down...

Your heart still beats my name,
you are still so in love with me...

Climbing this love mountain,
we have reached the very top...

Tears fall so suddenly
Angels weep of the lost soul...