Nearly two months we've together we've been, I hope this torn love
can be repaired. It is hard to talk to the man who hardly listens,
it is hard to talk to the stressed mind of 16.
What can I do to heal this void, what have I done to create it
it is he that I love and no other
Why does he not want me round in the afternoon
why is he uncertain about visiting
The flame is dying, I need more wood, but all the trees are gone
I will have to search to the depths of the world, I need the flame
I need him
He's my breath, my life, my world