Infatuation
It feels just like a dream...

Racism
A black man shakes his head...

As I sit here with my blade,
I suddenly see your face...

She was sitting in her room,
Her eyes filled up with tears...

I am broken hearted,
Or is it torn in two...

I dont know why it happened,
I dont want it to be true...

I am sitting in my darkened room,
Trying to end the pain...

I wish that it would end,
The longing in my heart...

If I tell you how I feel,
Will you tell me too...

You are the reason I felt so alive,
Now you are the reason I have got to survive...

I am thinking of a way,
To forget your face...

A part of me is gone,
And it is never coming back...