Draw me in, draw me near;
Take me deeper still.

Flower Petals scattered,
Blown by the wind.

Cold breeeze;
Autumn leaves— falling from trees,
They remind me of me.

Does real love, supposed to lie?
Oh! how tears run dry!

Love and lies;
Alas! His love lied more than once.
To fall for someone became harder than hard.

Sketches of me fading slowly...
As I grow old, my chance is getting small... in life or in love.

I am but a drawing that fades,
Will fate finally become a friend?