I sat at my desk
Scribbling on the paper...

Why do you have to go?
Why are you leaving...

You thought I was your friend
You tried to talk to me...

I sit with my friend
That dark evening...

I grip the tool
That was used for the crime...

I just sit there
Looking at the blood...

You used to be there
Right by my side...

You were the one I wanted
You were the one I dreamt about...

Why not him?
Why not her...

Everywhere I turn
Everywhere I look...

Hiding in a corner
All alone...

My friend
You are tough...