I stared blankly on my ceiling,
Wondering of the things we used to do,
Moments of happiness,
Glimpse of our dreams,
Believing in forever,
Dreaming about us,
Dreaming about our love.

Everything seems fun,
Even staring at our sparkling eyes,
Seemed to be a wonderful experience.
We even talked how we feel,
When we held hands,
Very tightly sealed,
Like our love.

Then I remembered bitterness,
The pain that all of these are just,
What we used to do.
When we loved the way we used to,
When our love,
Is what its used to.