It was early morning of four,
When I let him walked out the door.

I never wanted him to go,
But this is the only way I know.

There’s a hole in my chest
And ever since, my mind can’t rest.

I can’t stand the sound of love,
With these crushed memories I am thinking of.

And I can’t find sleep at night,
As my colors are fading to black and white.

Grey sky of mine,
You owe me a sign.