Even though you already left,
My eyes keep searching for you.
They highlight your traces, pre-aim your existence,
Placing you in the corner of their frames.
My head still turn when I find that smell,
Though I said to my friend I’ll burn you in a death cell.
But as Simon said to Daphne and she said to him as well,
“I burn for you”, although it’s hell.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
Even though you already left,
My eyes keep searching for you.
They highlight your traces, pre-aim your existence,
Placing you in the corner of their frames.
My head still turn when I find that smell,
Though I said to my friend I’ll burn you in a death cell.
But as Simon said to Daphne and she said to him as well,
“I burn for you”, although it’s hell.
