The meaning of life cannot be discovered
we are not mature enough...

So, she walks down her ile.
touching herself, thinking about him...

I know there isn't much i can offer
there isn't much i can say...

Now that you know how weak is my heart
you cut it with a pair of red scissors...

People searching for familiar faces
New born babies waiting to see...

I uploaded an Image of you today.
my friends seemed to be leaving quite friendly...

It's been almost 1 year and a half since I last...
yet my heart believes you're still there...

It only seems that all i write is sad poems
happiness is not much of a cause my memory can...

Thinking you had your eyes on me
I had quickly dissolved my ideas...

Its so sad how you never realized how i felt.
You told me nothing would change...

Can you see me
right in front of your face...

You held your arm across the fields of war...
your face, dark, and pale, your eyes filled with...