I needed my freedom
For me to have it all back...

In the old rocking chair he was sitting
singing an old song with the birds humming...

Like a cloud
I felt like heaven...

I am sending you again a letter
Hope to make you feel better...

Red roses, sweet kisses
Photographs, warm embraces...

We wrote the song
Tune is the Love we sing along...

I'm walking alone
Thinking why love went wrong...

Like ice melts on your warm palm
Once it melts...

Sweat rolling down on my nose
Teeth becoming tight...

Until we meet again
You'll see I'm strong...

Familiar scent every morning
Eyes that really burning...

Scent of candles rubbing my nose
I get a knife, as wrist tightly closed...