[nagpo]

It's a cold lonely morning
And the days around
The corner
A little girl cries aloud

Someone she trusts felt her so wrong (so wrong)

How can she trust
The ones she loves?
When she was just used
As a tool for love

Psychological damage
Has been done (it's all just been done)

In a world
Where no one thinks aloud
The world is bound to lose a crown

Everyday it's all just the same
Such a game

(chorus part)
I know how it feels my baby
I know how it feels(feels)

I know nobody knows my baby
Sometimes suicides' ideal

And I don't know how I can go on my baby
And I know how it feels
How it feels(feels)
(end)