tear streams
weeping profusely
crying along the night
and your iPod play british broken heart song your bunk bed
then i'm your monster under your bed
that you always scare to
your tear fall down , dripping to my face
create a great ripple in my heart
for the first time i'm feeling sorry for you
and i hear you wisher his name...
so broken
you have broken heart, broken love
that's why
you ran into your room with those pretty high heels locked the door..
and jumped into your bed
and started to crying..crying...
this the night i dont look your knees, that always pray beside your bed
pray about him all night
girl what happpens to you tonight?
can i come, sleep beside you? wipe your tear, til the morning come...
and tomorrow i'll be monster under your bed again...
~ for everyone who never realise that someone is always be there,
thou' never be wanted~

