It feels as if I have walked into something new,
everything I knew is in a different state...

I was such a fool,
to let you walk away...

Your memory still lingers,
like a sweet breeze of fresh spring...

You see their beauty through the screen,
knowing that's what you'll never be...

A cool chill rolls down my spine,
as I walk down the pebbled road...

As I awake I see your face,
yet it's not the true you...

Down is the heart,
the smashing of pain...

She sits on the highest clouds,
looking down in sorrow...

She held the paper tightly in her hands,
scrunching it up with her sweaty palms...

Wind's fierce breezes blow against her face,
while she waits for night to come...

She carried the world on her shoulders, yet never...
Her hair fell down the side of her face, caressing...

Do you notice me,
Maybe at all...