I see you but the image isn't quite clear
some strange lights disturbs my view
how else someone I used to call dear
would become someone as mean as you

I hear you but the voice feels foreign
like there is someone other speaking through you
those aren't the lyrics you used to sing
my beloved hero would never say those words

I turn around and go for the door
without even saying my goodbye
things can never be the way they used to before
still it hurts when one love dies

I slide down and let one last tear out
last love letter to someone I used to know
I will miss you sometimes without a doubt
but it is time for me to move on

© mundanemilena