Those never ending phone calls at night
asking for another chance in this life...

Waiting...
for that bus ride home...

This new wicked way of express
other then the old tricks of flowers and candy...

Each morning the moment i awake
the moment i lay my eyes upon myself...

It's just another one of those days
where I sit by my widow side...

Is it a crime?
when someone lies to someone each time...

Have courage and faith
have lost romance cover in your face...

I sent you home after a long night and day
i slowly carried you up your house stairs...

Even lies can fall short sometimes
when others look toward the sky...

Simple and wise boy
talking to a girl on the phone...

Never once anyone person
can claim to be a good lover...

Who exactly are you?
when your happiness is suddenly taken away from...