It's whom I was, it's whom I'll never be again.
It's what I lost, it's what I'll never have again.
It's something that once belonged to me,
That something is invisible from me.
It's broken shards lye deep inside my heart
And cutting deep my soul, like piece of art.
That something makes me cry into the night.
It makes me think of something
I never thought was right.
I miss, I cry, I beg it to come back,
But what is gone will never come again.
Be precious wise about what you do,
Because the time will come for it to go away
But what it'll leave behind will be you.
And that's the truth, my dearest friend,
So pay attention everyday.
To you, to all the things you do
Before it goes away, without you.