it was dark when you left, I laid beside
the window countin' imaginary stars,
they sent me pink notes and told me that
life must go on, that time would go on.
I loved you so deeply and completely
that I have become you. How am I
supposed to go on living without
the person that I've become? How am I
supposed to go on living with a
soulless hallow body? What's the point
to keep on living without whom
I've become? the clock would not go on
ticking, neither would life because
it makes no sense to aimlessly walk
up and down the stairs like ghost.
so, time might as well stop. and it did.
life froze at the moment when you left
and I left with you, but my body had
to stay near the window
stuffed with overwhelming memories.
