There I was walking down the lonely street, little did I knowwho I wouldnow meetUpon the turn, under the lonely street lamp,the night was heavy , mist..
In the loneliness of her room, she laughed until she could cryThere were none to wipe her tears,so eventually they driedInside into her million pieces..
In the dim moonlightShe walks slow in her pathHe tries to follow closeBut is lost in the darkHer scent is heavyFills the air aroundHe is deeply mesmer..