Tell me
how am i supposed to be happy
when my eyes are about to cry
how am i supposed to smile
while walking away and waving my goodbye

Yet there you are smiling
laughing like there's nothing happening
Oh i see
your happy with your man and never from me

Love is truly an art
where til death do us part
For the true love we all seek
it is always in front yet it rarely speaks

For death can truly see
who we would love and marry
yet he will never tell
if our story is a wonderful tale

For there is nothing left to write
Love and kindness was already out of my mind
Its just a sad,blank and depressing life
Full of regrets that would hunt me til i die

For i am a fallen poet
Full of emotions i couldn't write
Death was already in my sight
I'm telling you there is nothing left to write