I was the light,
You were the night;
I was the water,
You were the fire.
I was your fantasy,
You, my reality.
Your soul stuck with alternative and rock,
While mine with Indie and pop;
Your eyes fixed on brutal tragedies,
While mine on romantic comedies.
Your world had me in it,
But my world was you.
It was right for you to leave,
It wasn’t meant to be.
Sometimes it is just hard to think,
About all the days we spent together;
All the memories sink in,
Like a strong dose of inflicting pain.
I’m glad you’re gone,
Gone with all your pretty and petty.