Looking at this cup of coffee... sitting all alone,
Everything around me tells me that he is gone.
Rain also whispers this cruel alert,
my heart mourns like a misfortune bird.
Windows seems to cry, they shed their tears wet,
My future is silent,on the past I have no regret.
I still havn't found whoes mistake it was,
neither anyone told me the reason, why he was cross.
They shout n' scream that he is gone,
its wasting of time to cry n' wait from dusk till dawn.
The naked carcess of my love waits for its funeral,
nothing seems to retain..!
How can I tell that he can't be gone until,
IN MY EYES HIS FACE REMAINS!!!