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.