She sits on top of the roof, with a bottle of milk and chalky powder
her leather jacket and studded boots aren't enough to brush of the coldness
and its not even winter, its a hot summer day
but her soul feels vacant, and grief is what she suffers
Last night's love affair, is looking vulnerable again
is he thinking about me? the broad shoulders of a sincere man
the picture of his eyes, holding back tears flashes again
how much can we measure love? if i could, i don't think it would be enough
i want something more from you; without providing anything in return
Is it possible for us to love forever, because even i am hesitating
you are an every girl's childish dream; except for a stubborn girl like me
my world is filled with hopeless delusion, and i don't want to harm you
So go ahead and be free; find someone to embrace you
and leave me at this rooftop, full of ashes and dust.