Sadness was the price to see at end,
Wandering what was the reason she ran away.
‘Cant she see that her absence has sent me far way,
To a cold, dismantled abyss?
Each day I’m trying harder and harder to find myself again,
To fix the broken pieces of this puzzled heart.
But it would seem that her warmth will never be reached by my small hands.
It is a wicked feeling,
Seeing such a perfect specimen be taken from me by her own kind.
Why can’t she notice me?
Why do I seem worthless to her?
She even haunts my dreams,
Like if she were some kind of phantasm.
But I don’t care because at least I’m with her.
And though my insomnia does not like me,
I hate the world most when my eyes open,
And I’ve seen the new day,
‘Cause the world is a nightmare when she isn’t in my shoulders