Are we better off as friends,
Probably not...

Is the pain gone,
Or...

The past was good but , now it has too end,
I didn't only need a boyfriend, but also a friend...

He is so blinded by the streets,
To see my love...

The color of love is black,
Because it can be so cold...

I somehow find myself,
As being the OTHER woman...

Loving you,
Is like a dream come true...

I don’t ask for fur coats,
I don’t ask for diamond rings...

It’s you,
Who do things for me...

I listen to soft music,
Just to ease my mind...

He is a nice person,
But he is moving to fast...

A mother is one, who grows old to see,
A beautiful woman, I’ve grown up to be...