The next thing I knew
There was the salt of my own tears

It was bitter on my tongue
It stung
Like the words

It's so cold,
It's so cold

Memories gradually rush in
In the place the overwhelming feelings

As if in a trance
I begin to recall them
One by one

And tears trickled down my wet cheeks
Again

When I realized that he was my world
And that I would never have him the way that I did before

Because when I look at you
All the others seems to drain of any colour

Everything seems so translucent around you
And I realised