Every route I take,
From school to home to leisure
Is sprinkled with your memories.
It’s frightening.

I can’t seem to escape
This kind of agony and despair.
Tracing the ghosts of our footsteps
And a life we used to share.

When I look at the memories
It’s like they stare right back.
Tearing off parts of my soul
In silent attacks.

And I make my way
Through empty days.
Starting to lose all care
For a life I ache to share.