A friend like you is hard to find,
your words and actions are always kind...

I am looking for an answer
to the questions in my mind...

My life feels like a wittering rose
the petals slowly falling to the ground...

Why do I feel this way?
There use to be a time when you made me happy...

I hate myself for hurting you.
I cannot stand what I put you threw...

I never realized, I never knew.
That there could be anyone, as great as you...

In my head there is a secret
a secret that no-one must find...

You hurt me with your passion,
no more do I speak of attention...

The truth is I was in love with love,
and you killed it...

Love is a funny thing
feelings you cant explain...

Things go bad and things go wrong
so i sit down and write a poem or a song...

Sitting down on your chair
feeling lonely no-ones there...