My grinding heart
so empty inside...

The sun may mock my broken heart
the moon may cry above...

A twisted, shattered heart
so confused inside...

I never met you, and i never knew you
but i always want to cry when i see your picture...

Now i realize
all dreams must end...

As i place my fingers on the keys
or the pencil in my hand...

I cannot stop these feelings
i cannot stop these thoughts...

Theyve always asked me
why do u still talk to him...