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

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

"No, you had your chance, just leave me...
Those words hurt the most...

Do you notice me,
Maybe at all...

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

What is wrong with me?
Why can't I just say the truth...

I see him sitting,
such an incredible figure...

Deep in the ocean, that the clearest blue...
Tiny bubbles float across the everyday world...

I wasn't thinking,
it was wrong, so foolish...

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

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

Maybe I am,
I can feel myself fall...