作词 : Tate, Wilton
Empty room today and here 
I sitChalk outline upon the wall
I remember tracing it
A thousand times, oh, the night she died
Why? Why?There's no sleep today, 
I can't pretend
When all my dreams are crimes, 
I can't stand facing them
Now who will come to wash away my sins
Clean my room, fix my meals, be my friend?