If I shout you, you don’t come
When I need you, you’re never there...

The wet streets of broken depression
The rain softly tapping the tops of our heads...

Taking over my life
Everyday, every night...

R.I.P
I wish I got to know you...

One wish
I hate it that you’re gone...

Will you be my valentine?
Will you be my friend...

To walk the halls in fear of assault
Or the streets in fear of rape...

The morning mist below the trees
high above the faeries knees...

She's sick of feeling lonely
He's sick of all the rows...