I miss him. His golden hair, his green eyes, his beautiful lips, his silver scarf.
I lost him once, I lost him twice, now the memories are all I’ve got.
It was the wrong place and the wrong time, but with him I felt nothing but right.
I was nothing but a phase, a lab rat, when done, it’s thrown away.
Cheers to the tears I’ve cried, a double vodka wouldn’t do this time.
Lying awake, everytime I close my eyes, I see his face.
It’s been a while, hoping that he’d fade away.
I thought time heals a broken heart, but the pain is still not gone.
Screw him and his green eyes, he marked my heart with a deep scar.