Do you know how it feels?
To come inside her house
And not see her around
but just see a little mouse
Walking around.
I'll tell you how it feels.
It feels like a town
That hasn't had water for days.
It feels like half of your heart
Has been taken away.
It feels like a bike rider
Without its bike.
Do you know how it feels?
To see the pictures that she took with you
and just look at the past
And try to forget that she is gone now,
But think
That next time you go to her house
and no longer see that little mouse,
But see her standing there
in her favorite rug,
Opening her arms to give me
a hug.
