Goodbye good friend
It's been fun...

Falling into the Darkness
Never ceasing Blackness...

It's funny really
To think of all the lonely people...

The wind blows, passing by
The sun shimmering off the lake...

If only you knew
What I meant...

I am the bricks
And you are my mortor...

Sitting on the window sill
Staring into the night...

The stream rolls
The frog croaks...

Confusion
Uncertainty...

I'm dreaming
Of a white picket fence...

From that beautiful short brown hair
To those green converses...

How do you presume to live?
With the whole world set against you...