You see I was staring outside my window,
But I just couldn't see anything thing but my own tears
The blurry version is the New version,
I can still feel his presence even if he walked out two years ago
I'm afraid to wet my lips
because I will lose his taste
There he goes to another dimension
They said to reminisce the good days is better than crying
I say I'm human because I cry
Yet I can still hear his voice
They say when you love someone he becomes a part, but what they failed to mention is that
He is me
I can still smell his intoxicating fragrance, the one that shouts danger and yet I still went