I now walk alone on The Boulevard Of Broken Dreams,
They who has been there know what it means.
It is here dark, it is here cold,
All fun and lol has been sold.
I have to walk this way all alone,
I must do it by my own.
At the begining I left my friends behind,
That is not fair, and I know it is not kind.
But on the road that seems to have no end,  
There is always a friend.
I am looking for the one I love,
And thats my little white dove.
First her computer was in repair,
Now the electricity is not there.
So after seven days i got my doubt,
And I have to figure it all out.
I see already a little light,
It is small and at the other side.
I hope this evening I will her met,
Then I can be happy again and no longer sad.
And if everything is okay,
I will not be staying away.
So I hope to met your guys soon,
Happy and well in the room.
I am the lucky one, for at both ends,
It seems that I have very good friends.