Sitting here alone and depressed, I think of you.
Thinking, remembering, crying.
Crying from that, that is no more.
Thinking of the times we shared, our little fights, but we always... more »
Sitting here alone, thinking, no one to hold.
Wishing I had someone to hold, someone to call my own.... more »
Fall In Love With
Sitting here, thinking of you, I wonder whether or not it is real, whether I’m meant to be with you.
They say it’s wrong, that I shouldn’t love you, but you can’t help whom you fall in love with.... more »