In my old room, in my little corner

my guitar laid

and I played so many songs

while happiness was at my side.

I had the whole world

and a beautiful view,

once I was a superstar

I had press haunting me,

I was VIP guest in every club,

I had guys worshiped me,

I was happy but

had only one real friend.

We sang together for hours

and laughed to clueless girls,

we sat thinking we could

change the whole world

from the corner of my room.

Now there is only sorrow in my heart.

The guitar is trashed, our corner gone,

I lost my only friend.

My whole world crashed

when some drunk punk took her away.

There are no more happy songs

but there is so much left to say.

I am becoming more of a memory

day after day.

You won't remember me anymore

and I will be long gone

when two girls sing this song

in a corner of a room

somewhere far away.