Alone right here and now
With nothing except me and my thoughts
As I still hears the sonorous whispers of her name
Making me long for her, again and again
Should I call her an illusion? Because she comes
so, so close and she goes so, so fast;
Making my soul feels emotional pangs of her absence
Like a storms, the pains lingers on and on
She is here and she isn't here
I do wonder
And i asked myself
Is this for real?
Or do i have an illusion of her love?
And like a storm, this pain still lingers on.
How do I set myself free of this?
Do i ever have a shot at this?
That I know not!