I sometimes question you within my mind
In our imaginary chitchat
Why you had to go
And, more importantly than that, I wonder,
"Why I am so bewitched by your fleeting smile."

It doesn't stay, but it's sealed into my vision
Everytime I meet your ghost I'm haunted by that kiddish grin
The same one that you bewitched me with
And that has bent me ever since.
That smile you leave ingrained in me is trapped within.

And then I realize you're just a person
It was never between you and me
And then I'm overcome with sadness
As I notice my contrition now is meaningless.
This feeling deep inside of me— it survives with me, but died in her.