So much to say

What can a man do
When the only thing
That makes him happy
Is her photograph?

Cause she isn't able to hold
She isn't able to see
Just her bad-taken photograph,
Is able to be looked at
And it's all this man's light

Life isn't funny
Live isn't funny
When she hates him

And if I tell you
That man is me
And she is a girl
With pair of green eyes
That shines as emeralds stones
And she has a nicely smile
Witch one shakes my legs
And land me to other world

But my friends aren't funny
And my family isn't funny
While she hates me

And why she hates me anyway?
I know that, but I won't tell
Cause there's so much to say
And so much silence as well