I was 15 years old when I lived
In tragic significance...

You look like you're so lonley
You look like you've gone far away...

Those flowers
Over there...

The sound of that old guitar
Isn't it something, singing to me...

It's so scary in this bed
Alone, scrambling, breathing...

Someday dreams do come true
Until then, I'll sit alone...

Quiet little kisses
Fall lightly on my shoulders...

A heart made of angels
A soul made of love...

I love you he says
You are amazing he says...