With each day that passes us by,
You'd think I'll eventually forget you,
But every night I can picture you,
You have become the stars in the night sky,
And I miss you more every night that pass by,
Somehow it's strange that I can't forget you,
Moving on is said in black and white, not blue,
And when you're not around, blue is the only colour I spy.

I wonder whether you just found your wings,
And decided to discover the world without me,
But higher chance is that you feel we weren't meant to be,
So somehow I miss all the joy that you bring.
Living life before valentines day makes me miss you,
I just wish there was a remote chance you're missing me too.