I'm just as thin hearted person as you could see
I'm just as easy to rip as you wanted it to be...

So close...
so near...

Today i was here alone
under the oak tree that we would always come too...

Friends are always so boring and close
they joke around and make fun of those who can't...

I don't know what i would do
i don't know what my life would had been if you...

As we both sit next to each other
under a big oak tree...

Stare in the eyes of the sorrow night
the night sky didn't seem to rain or cry...

I see you everyday
i talk to you everyday...

Can't see the light
can't see the path...

Hated by the world
wounded by the cuts and blood...

When i first met her
she was a stranger...

I never met anyone like her
no wonder i have nothing much to say...