I'm just a 16-year-old girl
living in this big world...

I am lying on the floor, looking at the sky.
Thinking of the boy, wishing on a star...

I remember that spring day,
it was so beautiful and great...

I want to walk outside
in the stormy autumn night...

I still hear your voice
But its not so loud...

Five months one day ago
I thought I was everything you want...

With my head down I'm walking
Looking at the dusty road...

I stare such a long time
At the blank sheet of paper...

Every single sad song
Reminds me of you...

A raindrop falls slowly down
and crashes fast on the ground...

To be inspired means to have a reason.
A point, in which I feel secure...

Lonely nights filled with thinking
Aching head and mind of dreaming...