I passed your street and I saw you there,
Standing alone and staring somewhere,
Your back still looks exactly the same,
I turned my back, when someone came.
She held your arms and started walking,
My heart ached, for a moment I stopped breathing,
It seems like you both owned the City,
People looked at me in pity.
All I can do is to watch you treat her better,
You weren't like that, when you're still my lover,
The river flows well this time,
You looks so fine, you're in prime.
Silently and constantly glancing you from afar,
You told me you can't sing, but now, you're playing her guitar,
You can manage to walk in their house and visit her everyday,
But, you struggled to show up on my eighteenth birthday.