When I was eleven, I wrote a song
For someone, about someone
I used to stare at the sky
Wondering if she's there, finally coming back home
But then I ended up waiting, and waiting
Soon everything became blurry
She came back, then left once more
And again, and again
Until I got used to it
I had to understand why
But eventually my heart just got tired
I ended up staring blankly at the sky
Wondering why some people have to leave
When it's actually their presence you really need