Do you remember when,
everything was new?
You, me, everything,
what wrong could we do?

The golden sun use to shine,
even on the darkest days.
Now that golden sun has set,
far, far away.

And the rivers of love are dried up,
into thin air.
Leaving my heart thirsty, dying,
searching for water to spare.

And the wilderness has burnt,
went up in flames.
As you continued to suck me dry,
played me like a game.

My world is burnt up, dried up, dead,
since you left me,
since you played with my head.