She doesn’t know
There’s a girl I love to see
She doesn't even know my name
every time we get to meet
Our conversations are the same
She's the big tree in the forest
The one island in the ocean
She's the guide to every tourist
She's the death of my emotions
She’s the wind that blows the leaves
She’s the tides and she’s the moon
I’m so empty when she leaves
Cause I hate being alone
She’s my coffin with the nails
She’s my grave, and so I lie
My being without her frails
So weak I could almost die
But she doesn't know my name
the countless time we said hi
I don't remember how she came
Or why I even care to try
Maybe one day she'll recall
Maybe our rose will bloom
Cause if she doesn't at all
I'll keep repeating my doom