• I sat in my room,
    Indian style on the floor,
    Listening to music,
    Trying to care of nothing more.

    But you drifted into my head,
    Your beautiful eyes,
    But sadly it seems,
    So did your lies.

    The smiles you threw at me,
    The sweet words you said,
    But of course those words,
    Were my bitter end.

    The way things were,
    And the way they are now,
    Drives me to madness,
    But I'm still here somehow.