Loved you like a summer’s day I swim in the sea of tragic thought
If you Simply loved
If you simply cared
why did you need to throw it away
Nothing more for me to do but to see you go
Your hand was in mine and then it turned to dust
My hand was in yours and then it turned to dust
Now
The only thing that touches my hand is my face
Bellowed in agonizing melancholy
The sun refuses to shine, even when so blistery bright