Whenever I think of us, what becomes of my mind
Is a mess which I cannot trust; I am suddenly blind.
Every day I just grind, and surely I’m not the first,
But even working, I find, time to think about her.
When she’s here, time’s a blur, moving in a straight line.
If she’s not - it’s a lost bird, struggling its way to find.
She went away again, this time it’s even further
The things she does to me can be compared to murder.
Yet loving her is a sunrise, loving her set me free.
I no longer feel the need to fill empty seats.
She’s with me – I’m complete, everything disappears.
When she said “I am leaving”, she almost saw me in tears. ...