My throat always tightens or burns when someone asks if I'm okay
Of course, "I'm fine, I'm great," is what I tend to always say
But my mind can't seem to forget what happened that day

The screaming and hate I saw in your eyes always brings me to the same question, 'Why'?
I still remember our last goodbye
When all you gave me was the evil eye
Without a word I walked on
Wondering what would happen, to the black swan.