A mixture of Hue

When I look back on the days without you
i wonder why my mind is a mixture of hue.

You would think my heart would sting at first
then mend, but my hearts been cursed.

I use to believe I was going to be the happy one
But in the long run you are by a ton.

You said for a few days it felt like a mistake
Baby, it's been months now, to me its still a mistake.

I thought my heart would be happy by now
And my hope for another are now low.

It's said that the one you truly love will always be apart of you
My mind is a mixture of colour because our love was a mixture of hue.