There are screams in my ear,
Telling me to leave You,
Voices I've left behind,
I don't want to hear from You.

I don't want to feel the space,
The place in my heart,
The hole in my soul,
Where You left Your part.

I wish I had never met You,
'Cause I thought I had everything,
But now I have to admit,
I do not own a single thing.

I'll forever hate that orange kitchen,
Lingering through floors if I see you,
Another place where I might meet you
Hoping it's you I run into,

My fear to give you that small white letter,
I wrote to you under snowy weather,
And now spring came back, like it never left,
My feelings, the letter, it's still kept

Summer came and washed away
Everything that seemed so clear,
My friend told me, she always loved you
Last string cut, I have to get through.