Has turned dark in a hurry.
Maybe when you turned into a wife,
Looking back, the past is blurry.
There is no point to precise,
Or to point fingers for blame.
Maybe I've just realized...
Without you, nothing will ever be the same.
The sketches don't even come close,
To our details, our bright colors.
Not one of our drawings are for those,
Who consider themselves better than others.
Our song was not yet complete,
Our chorus just a beat...
The lyrics are strong not discreet,
Please come over and have a seat.
May we investigate where we went wrong?
The time, the will...
Was it our song?
All has lost its color,
The sky, the ocean, the sun...
Until today I wonder how you are...
Will it ever heal this scar?
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