It was early in the morning mist,
The day I regretted why had I woken up from my bed,
It was such a horrible day to me,
More like a devil in a blue dress.
It was the day that I had a persistent thought in mind,
How can I forget the creator of my scar?
I will never forget her.
She took my delightful day and turned it into a nightmare.
That day to me became longer than a year.
I felt alone in the middle of the desert.
With the silent noise in echoes through my ears from the mind,
Asking how can she?
It was the day I exploited that the girl I am dreaming about overnight
And creating those wonderful memories with, in the diary of my heart
…does not love me totally.
Instead she loathed me…
And she doesn’t wanna tell me why…