I can feel delicate touches Weakening my fragile skin As flimsy as her finger But it’s not hers. I am DEFINITE it’s not!
That is where we used to eat In every start of what they call “week” SHE used to talk and I just LOOKED at her I was HAPPY! I knew SHE knew.
I used to wear my white shirts Blue pants matched with candies That was when I was afraid, for SHE might leave the window But I knew SHE can’t. She will never!
That time when hearts started to collapse I learned to love another Her SHE hated me for a while Next, SHE loved me, but I will ask why?
WHY did SHE let those delicate touches Weaken my FRAGILE skin? WHY did not SHE let me sit, eat, and be happy Beside you? WHY did SHE stop love to connect hearts? WHY did not SHE let me wear my chance?
TIME stayed behind and SHE left me in a box Those reminiscences were not mine But if SHE had just given me the chance I would LOVE to THROW them BACK.