It's five o'clock in the morning
and I'm sitting here at the bench park
-- alone and waiting.
I stared on the green grass but my mind is somewhere.
My body shivers due to the morning air.

Then, suddenly I began to ask questions
why I am here, alone and waiting?
Whom should I be waiting?
do I need to wait this long? or should I just stop waiting and go home?

I'd give up my left arm to always be right beside her. My right arm for her to know she's what I have left and both arms to be able to hug her when's she away. I just don't think I have enough to give to get the courage to tell her when she's here.

I get so tired
of being alone
I know that's something
I should never admit to you
so I never will
directly

Show me your smile
and I'll show you something to die for