I am very happy to see you,
in second taught; I have these dark clouds hanging over me.
In my head I reminisce how you could once be my love coup.
Now we are strangers, don't you agree?
Maybe our love deteriorated over time.
Why do I feel so free?
Maybe you were not worth my dime.
I learned from my mistakes dear.
Love is somewhat confusing.
Nobody ever taught me how to forget about true love.