This boy I know, He is now dead,
While I was asleep in my bed...

I'm sitting here all alone writing this poem,
Wanting to cry, wishing and hoping that I would...

Over there standing in the corner is a girl,
Surrounding her is a light...

I'm sitting here in this class,
This class that has a certain girl...

Once we were, but not no more.
Close together, but then we tore...

She's hiding in her cupboard,
Not wanting to be found...

He lies, he cheats no matter what,
But still I fall for the whole lot...