Maybe one day you’ll realise,
How it was to see you leaving.
In cloudy weather and shattered skies,
I couldn’t feel myself wiping those damp eyes.
I noticed myself missing you,
At late night wanting to listen to you
I couldn’t help bringing this into,
but there was no alternatives besides.
Yes, I’m dying,
While you were busy lying.
Maybe one day you’ll realise,
How it was to let you criticise.
