Sitting on the blue bed sheet
While staying on the 7 stairs feet
I am now thinking our memories I want to cry, but my emo ego doesn't want to release
How come you could smile?
When i am in a long mile?
I am so disaapointed and broken
In a person that my life i am given
My far sight may reflects my sadness
Remembering both of your happiness
I am so mad
I wish i can be as you bad
