I thought you where an angel,
sent from above...

I am being pulled,
from side to side...

How am i supposed to,
smile like i dont care...

What do you want me to say?
what do you want me to tell you...

What is the defenition of love,
is something i ask myself...

A rose is passed,
from one to another...

I thought that i could love him,
but it was not to be so...

Guys say your beautiful as the morning sun,
then they call you ugly and start to run...

When i look into her soul i see,
the brightest angel there can be...

I miss his touch,
like morning dew...

True love has no ending they say,
it goes beyond liking...

There is a blank page,
staring at me...