Your favorite Sunday

Your favorite Sunday

I loved you
You've loved me too
One day,
I asked you, if you're okay

You said
You wanna be dead
I asked you why?
You said, why won't we give it another try?

I saw you cried
When I told you that I lied
Why did you do this to me?
I love you, can't you see?

I told you that I'm sorry
You replied, it's okay and I said,
By the way,
I'm leaving this Sunday

Sunday came
I left you
And you cried
When you found out that I died.