It's a mad world,
These are mad times...

You're the boy who hardly gives me a second...
I'm the girl in your english class who you ask for...

I don't miss you,
I know that you're there...

The words spill off the tip of my tongue,
I don't think-simply speak...

She plucks the petals one by one,
Lets them fall and hit the ground...

Picturing the past:
I lie here dreaming up scene after scene...

Wanting to drown,
wanting to cry...

He entered the room and stood there staring,
His brain interpreting what he saw...

In a world of uncertainties,
In the life that we live...

I'm finding it kind of difficult,
to think of new things to say...

No one has ever held me how you did today,
No one has ever opened my heart and made me feel...

She opens the car door and is greeted by the sharp...
She pulls her shawl tighter around her, a cool...