• When the sun goes down
    I always frown
    I don't know why,
    but it bugs me like a fly
    I'm probaly too shy
    or shouldn't try...

    The sleeping
    keeps jinxing me
    When I dream
    it always seems
    That I can't be
    The real me

    I wonder around
    just in town
    to see what bothers me.
    To find the bee
    I must find out
    why I can't pout
    Every time I see
    people like me

    The rose looks cold
    as I know how old it is.
    Why it looks so sad
    it's not mad
    It needs to grow
    and make a row
    Just like you and me

    I shouldn't try
    I'm probaly too shy
    I dont know why
    it bugs me like a fly
    I will always frown
    when the sun goes down.