When the light turns on, all I can see is just a lonely bed in sucha big house.
When the light goes off, everything's the same.
The things I cannot share are wounds in the heart.
Life flows with age and goes with white.
Happiness became vague as you left.
Faded into memories, and sleeping in a dream.
And gradually with a numbed heart.
I miss you so much,
but without a trace.
Skimming on how much I miss you,
memories linger in my mind.
Tears drip down in these closed eyes of mine,
and yet I pretend that I am alright.
Still Yet I can pretend I'm okay, but I know I lie to myself.
But know I miss you and keep it tucked as a secret in your heart.
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