The more and more
I remembered you,
more and more
I remembered me.
How I used to feel
around you.
How it made me cry
When you were not nearby.
And I realized it was always me,
I have been in love with.
I wanted to feel that certain way
and you were just a tool
to make me feel that way....

The day that tool broke away
I felt liberated and grey.
As if I learnt, to be alone and play
with anyone around night or day.