People think I fall in love often
because I hang around with boys...

Maybe I sometimes ask myself
who's God...

The wind blows through the trees
enjoying his freedom...

Friendship is trusting each other,
being there for each other...

Even though I sometimes cry myself a sleep
I know the moment I wake up...

I'm the ghost of your past
you can't outrun...

Who really knows what love is
Is it the way you feel...

People always wanna help
but most of the time it's for themselves...

I don't know what I'm doing no more
I've gone crazy...

I'm tired of being so negative
I wanna be strong enough to stand up...