Butterflies skip upon the breeze
They create a long dead face
I don't remember
Were you a laughing sun
Or a lonely soul
All I see is pale skin
With hatred adorned among unsympathetic
lips,
Green eyes now glossed over with long kept
memories,
You let them free
They flew with yellowed leaves
What made you
You kept so silent
You became the lost stranger
Walking within dark clouds
You spoke only bitterness
What was I
What was I
What was I
I still remain
Weeping for you
Weeping for the lost me
I still remain
Picking up my pieces
Running from ghosts
Hiding from love
I am what remains
A broken glass
Searching for shards
Searching for my glue
I remain
I remain
I remain
