We speak each day of our lives
with replies and meaningful conversations...

It's a mystery feeling to have
when you wake-up the next morning...

Never once there was a time
a heart could crumble from the countless lies...

Words don't really come easy
when you're a shy guy...

She no longer talks to me as much
kind of quiet...

Two different worlds we are in
two different worlds we belong in...

She left with out a reason
she didn't even give the boy a single chance to...

How come they can't be the same
how come I must choose one and stay with it always...

I want the chance to hold her hands
her soft and warm feeling cold hands...

Could i ever feel this way?
if i haven't met a girl that could make me this...

Why do we no longer talk anymore?
have i become so boring...

How long do i have to wait?
when i can drive a car...