It was the day without you,
on a lovely orange sun in the morning,
though the sky is dark blue,
it was the day without you,
lonely, the mist of tears I remember
it when I saw you, standing there,
you utter those words that I could
almost heard in details, walking away,
shall I write it?
Yeah, it was the day, I lamented,
but what have I done to admit it?
Did I reacted too much but it seems
I have nothing to react to what it's about?
I think I'm lost when you overreacted,
the maze you've created brings madness,
I'm bewildered, dreaded to get out of
its trapped, where do I think this will
lead? Shall I keep it to myself what
was done and doing it forever?
