I live this life
but every day i think that it cant be right...

Stop and stare
at this life we live...

The day is silent,
The night is cold...

My guardian angel lives with me not.
She is nothing more then a faded spot...

I sit here and think of what to write
Staying up into the late hours of night...

No matter how long we are apart it is as we just...
No matter how far apart we are we are still...

\"LOVE\"
What is love exactly...

I loved you,
And to you it was "bothering" you...

You are my seasons, my year, my life.
Your voice is like a fall afternoon...

If only you could possibly
look through my eyes and see...

What do i think about? You and me
How we could never be...

As i lay
Not being able to be with you...