I'm kinda lost in everything,
lost in the world...

Why do I listen to what they say,
why don't I just walk away...

Her name is Kristina,
shes wicked sweet...

I'm sitting here thinking of us,
all the good times we had...

My problem is that I miss you,
I let it get to me...

Wise ,old , sick,
she passed on...

I love the sweet little kisses,
you put on my forehead...

Why do I only see,
what I don't have...

When I look at you,
I see the past...

From the way you smile,
to the way you smell...

What happened to us,
it's the friendship I miss...

What you did to me
has torn me apart...