Dear stranger,
There is something I have been meaning to tell...

Few appreciate the rainy days
like few appreciate teary eyes...

Love was my air
Life was so fair...

At home is where i am alone,
Where no one calls on my phone...

Love is an illusion
Meant for confusion...

Our grandfather was great
He had no feelings of hate...

When I am lonely I cry to my shadow
Its image guides me for tomorrow...

I laughed
You laughed...

In the real world there is a true fact
That the people that u think care about u...