This book about you
this work of love...

I don't really see you much
i really don't talk to you much...

Walked slowly down the freezing cold streets
walked slowly down the hallways in are quiet...

Maybe my words will never reach you
maybe my letters and pen writes will never get to...

Each night when you go to sleep
i slowly closes my eyes...

From night to night
from darkness to darkness...

Sometimes i just want to run away
to a place where i might not be seen or understand...

Why do i worry?
when ever you always talking to the same old boy...

I'm so sick of those dreams
I'm so sick of those love songs that you always...

Cold down to my heart
cold down to my soul...

Why do people cry?
when a man or girl left them...

Sitting home alone
during two o'clock in the morning...