I look outside all i see is trees
They make me want to fall to my knees...

A good friend is always there
A good friend is always fare...

I live in a nightmare
It does not sound fare...

I wounder why your not here for me
I wounder why i always have to plea...

I can't take this pain
That makes me want to stand in the rain...

Im lost in love
My little dove...

Why must i cry at night
Why must i put up a fight...