The sun doesn't look as beautiful as it did before.
I no longer sit and wish on shooting stars anymore.
The flowers have lost their color and the grass isn't as green,
Things just aren't the way they once seemed.
The wind no longer whispers sweet songs into my ears,
And my eyes are tired and bloodshot from holding back my tears.
I don't want to feel the warm rays from the sunlight beaming down on my face,
Because you took a part of me that can never be replaced.
