How do you expect, for me to move on?
You make me wither, to die like a rose
I count all the days, since you have been gone
And left behind you, living in shadows
But I cannot tell, if they're even yours
My days become dark, wherever I go
I have given up, with knocking on doors
When you don't answer, each time that I'd show
With all my belongings, you would give back
Left outside the home, which we once both stayed
Returned them all, there's not one that I lack
Since our love has become barter and trade
Except for my heart, for this, I still yearn
When love takes the most, but does not return
