Hundred miles, we are apart,
But still, you're always in my heart.
Temptation will come and test our love,
Will be beaten by the trust we have.
I will just think that we are just bent,
I, in my house and you, in your apartment.
Our hearts are connected like a telephone,
Talking to each other thinking we're not alone.
Saying my messages which I hope you can hear,
Hoping and wishing that you are here.
Stepping away from you is a wrong direction,
Wondering of my life without your connection.
I am just keeping myself busy,
A scrapbook I made which I wanted you to see.
I hope you aren't having other girls,
Sexy-dressed girls and hair, having curls.
I will give you this scrapbook and a bundle of fries,
But, why I am the one who was surprised?
Saw you stepping in your apartment with a girl,
An unpleasant and ugly girl wearing many pearls.
I guess our love has ended,
You said, "That's not what I intended!!"
I want to believe you, but I just can't,
We are now broken, not just bent.
