Why? Why we end up like this.
We used to be the scriptwriters of our story,
Such a love story, our friends said.
But here I am, longing for you.
Missing you, need you, and wants you to be here with me.
When we're together, we go further through the dark skies that light by the moon.
The memories I had with you hunt me every night.
The tight hug, the forehead kiss, and the holding hands that we find funny.
The voice messages we always send to one another.
But here we are,
Our I love you's turn into I'll miss you and goodbye.
Our lovely and sweet voices turn into sorrowful and depressing.
Our eyes tearfully cry every night.
I love you, but goodbye.
I miss you, but you lied.
I need you, but I cried.
Lyrae | Wish you were here.
