How do you expect, for me to move on?
You make me wither, to die like a rose...

I compare you to the rain
As you're not always there...

Sometimes when I see you
It's not just with my eyes...

There is a path in steps we take
For the life we wish to make...

Saying that you're sorry
No longer is the same...

A fire will not burn, without any fuel
And also with love, that follows this rule...

I drift along the paths of night
The moon light glows and shining bright...

All our friends said we would make a good pair
At the beginning when they would matchmake...

I fell in love with not my heart
But instead with my eyes...

She made a map of my heart
From all the crossroads that are set...

Sometimes I look upon the sky
And see dark clouds forming high...

Although you chose to leave my house
With your belongings too...