Things have not been easy for us lately
But I'm proud of us for holding on...

This poem is for you, my one true love,
if you're reading it, it means I'm high above...

I can hear steps.
The sound becomes louder and louder...

Don't worry.
I still make my hair...

I made my hair, it looks great.
I made myself something to eat, it's delicious...

Money can't buy me happiness
That I know too well...

When I look in the mirror, I think it talks
An empty room filled with silence and clocks...

Months ago, I met this new girl at school,
we were in the same class and she seemed cool...

His bittersweet smile, his shiny eyes
his hollow words, and fake promises...

Dont cry for me,
I wanted this...

What's the reason of being nice and true anyways
when all you do is try to hurt me in so many ways...

I was waiting for you to come
and make me forget about the cold...