Is it just me?
Or is this month growing colder?
It's the midst of sticky June,
The sun pelts onto our backs,
And still we feel cold.
You will be leaving soon,
We've got a week to say farewells.
Never another snowfall,
Another blessed snowfall with you.
Is it just me,
Or are we secretly living lies?
Oblivious to our own eyes?
We grow closer each passing day-
In vain.
Oh the pain of losing another,
So I kiss the stars in your eyes farewell.
And I pray to see them soon,
But the sun's always in my eyes.
Or is it just me?
