In my life theres mum and dad and then theres...
my mum is not my parent shes more like my local...

I sat there waiting for your call,
i sit there crying looking at our picture on the...

If my lonely thoughts took shape
they would be like...

In the beginning
i had no clue who u were...

I miss his voice, his hair, his tuch,
i cannot say, for i miss him to much...