I don't get you,
with your brown eyes and that spice on your lips.
I have had you,
with your gold hair that goes down to your hips.

I was happy,
with your arms 'round my neck in that sweet wet embrace.
I am hurting,
with the lack of your gaze and the ghost that's your face.

And yet I am here,
standing loosely at the tip of my feet;
caring for a girl that'll never be mine.
And yet you are there,
your memory became pain in a flare;
my life burdened by the weight of your smile.