...how come..
how come i look at you...

I have a brother...
a very good one too...

Y'all tell me he's not worth it...
he's not worth my time...

You tell me I'm sad...
You tell me I'm mad...

The good news is
i have to thank you...

No matter how much she hate him...
her love will never dim...

When the snow begins to fall...
i think of you...

I saw you today
well what can i say...

I will no longer tell
of the times I've fell...

My angels up above me
with them i cannot be...

the worst thing is at night when you have to take...

It's the first Sunday
one month before may...