There is a story I want to tell
Some may find it scary as hell...

Maybe you were the one
That would have never made me cry...

So here I am picking up your
Clothes from the floor...

There you are my old friend,
You came to me again...

Your arms are cold,
Don't hug me with them...

I don't care if you're driving her home tonight,
I don't care...

Misters' of no one
I am born to be alone...

Fear...
Dark thoughts...

It had passed a lot of days,
And the days became years...

Cold, stormy, weather.
The wind blows your hair like feather...

What did you feel?
When you gave me that look yesterday...

There's this tear in my eye
When they say something about you...