In the depths of my darkened room, I played a tragic tune,
Unaware of the pain it would bring, the wounds would reopen soon.
Ella, I mistakenly played that song, the one that reminds me of you,
And with each haunting note, I killed myself again, feeling so blue.
As the melody filled the air, visions of you appeared,
Sitting there in a yellow blouse, so radiant and revered.
And here I sat alone, drowning in sorrow's cruel embrace,
As I yearned to touch your presence and feel your warm embrace.
I could see you again, dressed in red, a flowered dress so divine,
While my heart bled in anguish, trapped within this prison of mine.
Your royal blue shirt, a reminder of the days we spent,
Now I'm condemned to live in shades of blue, my days all but spent.
Your dainty feet adorned in cute little shoes, a sight so pure,
While my collection of shoes gathers dust, untouched, unsure.
I could see your immortal smile, ever sweet, ever bright,
While I catch a glimpse of mine in the mirror, bitter and pained, night after night.
Your beautiful eyes, with long natural lashes, captivated my soul,
While I see my own reflection, tears streaming, taking their toll.
I could hear your voice again, echoing through my shattered heart,
As I listen, heartbroken, to the sound of my world falling apart.
Oh, Ella, I mistakenly played that song, and now I'm consumed,
By memories of you that refuse to fade, leaving me entombed.
In the depths of my despair, I find solace in this bittersweet pain,
For it's the only reminder that our love once burned, like a passionate flame.
Yet, as the song comes to an end and the echoes slowly fade,
I'm left here, shattered, yearning for a love that will never be repaid.
Ella, I mistakenly played that song, and with it, I killed myself again,
But in this melancholic refrain, I'll forever hold onto our love, until the very end.
