It looks like another day, 
another hundred thousand mistakes, 
I sneak into my room on a rainy day, 
and I watch as my tears roll down the window pane.
It's tragical, but there's not 
much I can do, 
the one I want, the one I had
it was you.
the light gets through the window
shades, 
and it chases the rain away, 
when I close my eyes, 
I can feel you by my side.
It's tragical. But there's not 
much I can do, 
the one I want, the one I had
it was you.
I don't get why you left, 
why did you have to leave, 
I wish I had a trick up my
sleeve, to get you back.
I'm in shades of grey and 
blue, 
so, I'll sit here and wait for
you.
It's tragical, but there's not
much I can do, 
the one I want, the one I had, 
it was you.
this silent room it deafening, 
it just makes me want to 
scream.
But I wasn't what you were 
looking for, 
but I don't hate you anymore.
It's tragical. But there's not
much I can do, 
the one I want, the one I had, 
it was you.
It was you.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    