What is this bitter taste in my mouth?
Why are the clouds so dark?
Why does everything seem so vain and dull?
That moment your eyes captured mine
The thought of you may look at them again
stuck with me for a while
Everything you say could be a lie
and you were always eager to say goodbye
I would still want to believe you again and again
cause only thing left behind from you
is the image of your face
it was something real and pure
and I'll guess this is what I miss about you.