Three years is a long while.
A long while indeed.
Three years is enough
To forget
The memories of you and me.
Three years is enough
But still, I haven't forgotten.
I haven't let go.

Three years is a long while
For me to forget.
But my heart still skips a beat
Whenever you lay your eyes on me.

Back then...

When I would walk past you,
And when you would walk past me,
We would greet each other,
Good morning,
Good afternoon,
Good night.
And be happy.

But behind the scenes,
You weren't happy.
You weren't having a
Good morning,
Or a
Good afternoon,
Or a
Good night.

Instead, you were dealing with so much sorrow and pain.

Now,
When I would walk past you,
And when you would walk past me,
We wouldn't greet each other,
Good morning,
Good afternoon,
Good night.
And be happy.
Instead,
You would just pass by me,
Like I never even existed.

I look into your eyes
And see the whole world spinning.
Flashing lights, bright skies.
You'd be there to brighten up my world.

But now, the world has gotten a bit darker
As you lay in your box of wood,
Since you're no longer around
To light it up.