We used to walk this pavement,
We used to laugh on that bench,
We used to.
That cinema we used to watch half priced movies on Wednesdays,
That mall we used to dated when we finished high school,
Those places we used to.
Months turnt to years and years filled with what seemed like a never ending dream,
The polaroids that we took, locked in a sacred binder,
The songs in the playlist I made, hidden in a disclosed note,
The gifts you sent, tucked in a wooden box marked with a special note,
"never open again!"
What did happened right?
How did I fell out of your love?
And how did you ever so quickly replaced me?
It was never your fault, I countlessly told myself.
It was me, I made it too hard to be understood.
No wonder you'd left, anyone would've left.
And now, the memories we made are just some never ending nightmare that are accompanied with the ghost of you,
Your silhouette haunts the places we used to go,
Your scent creeps up on me whenever the wind brushes,
Your laugh echoes in the midst of the crowd,
Your visage runs wild at the corner of my eye,
I wished and pray that you'd let me go,
I,
I let you go.
But for some unknown reasons, I can't.
Is it because of the guilt or is it because I love you too much?
Now I lay alone,
Now I suffer alone,
Now, how I wished to turn back time,
To be where you are and to never let go,
As I stare towards the dark ceiling,
And the room's temperature chills my bones,
All I can hear is,
"cry for me"
