it make’s me scary and sad.
It make’s me crying all day,
and throws my hope away.
Loneliness is wrong,
it make’s me write a sad song.
It make’s me thinking about dead,
and makes me crazy in my head.
And I realize that all I’ve wrote and done,
was for nothing, or for the lonelyone.
That maybe is like me, in this moment
I can see. I’m not alone, cause everyone
that hears my song, is lying in his bed,
and feels mad, LIKE ME!