SHE HAS ALWAYS FEAR
WHEN THAT DAY WILL HAPPEN
NOW IT’S ANOTHER YEAR
THAT HER HEART WAS BROKEN.WHEN EVER IT’S DECEMBER
SHE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
AND WHEN ITS SNOW
SHE WILL ALWAYS KNOW
THAT THEY WOULD BE JUST FRIENDS
FOR THE FIGHTING NEVER ENDS
SHE REMEMBERED THE DAYS
THEY WENT THEIR SEPARATE WAYSAND ONE DAY, SHE CRIED
FOR HE SUDDENLY DIED
AND SHE HAD BLAMED HERSELF
FOR THE FIGHTING THAT NEVER WOULD END.
WHAT IS LOVE?
LOVE IS…
WHAT I FEEL FOR YOU
SOMETIMES
IT HURTS WHEN
YOUR HEART WILL BE BROKEN.LOVE IS…
A CONNECTION
THAT WILL NEVER BREAK
I SEE THE FUTURE AND
YOU ARE STILL WITH ME.I FEEL GOOD
WHEN I’M WITH YOU
I FEEL GOOD
WHEN I TALK TO YOU.LOVE IS…
SOMETHING SPECIAL
THAT WILL NEVER DIE.
WITHOUT YOU
TAKING A STEP WITH ME
I’M NOT ALONE
EVEN, NOT KNOWING WHAT WILL BE
I KNOW YOU ARE STILL WITH ME.
AS LONG AS YOU ARE THERE,
WE WILL REACH OUR GOAL.
WITHOUT YOU THERE BESIDES ME
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO.
I CAN’T FACE IT ALL BY MYSELF
WITHOUT YOU.
LOOKING AT THE MIRROR
CALLING ME NAMES
IS WHAT MY BROTHERS DO.
THEY MAKE FUN OF ME.
I, USUALLY, DON’T CARE.
BUT IT HURTS, WHEN THEY CALL ME "UGLY."
THEY SAY THAT IT’S WHAT
BROTHERS ARE SUPPOSED TO DO—
MAKE FUN OF THEIR SISTER.
THEY SAY IT
BUT DON’T MEAN IT.
IN MY MIND,
I DO FEEL UGLY.
I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
AND ALL THAT I CAN SEE
IS A VERY UGLY PERSON
STARING BACK AT ME.
PEOPLE TELL ME THAT I’M NOT UGLY,
BUT ALL THAT I CAN HEAR
IS WHAT MY BROTHERS TELL ME.
© 1998 rach1@juno.com
