The heat just doesn't die
even if you are not here to fan it,
but that empty feeling I get
almost lets my memories lie.

Neither have I asked you to turn back,
nor did I ever shout,
words were just mouthed,
they never really came out.

"Hold my hand" you said,
But I knew if I did,
Things would never be the same.

Yeah, things weren't easy to begin with
but to make them harder,
would be no less than a shit.

I saw it glisten,
I saw it in your...