At first sparks flew and flowers bloomed.
There was a twinkle in your eye and I knew.
I knew I was in trouble,
You knew it too.

Every color seemed brighter with you,
Every storm seemed lighter,
Every good day seemed perfect,
Everything was different.

You were my source of happiness,
The one person I counted on,
The one I fell in love with.

Now, when you’re here, you’re not actually here.

The colors don’t seem as bright anymore,
The storms feel like hurricanes,
The good days seem bland,
And everything is different.

You are now my source of unwanted.

You are now an unknown man sleeping in my bed.