I was thirteen,
You were twelve.
Everything was sweet
And blissful.
We were in love,
Young love.
Your hair,
Like sand warmed
By the day\'s first light.
Your eyes,
Glistening like emeralds.
Everything was wonderful.
Then you left
With the wind.
A bird calling-
\"We\'re moving.\"
Didn\'t understand why,
Our goodbye wasn\'t loud;
It was the sound of distance growing-
I pushed it.
I pushed it.
In the background,
Crows began to sing.
I\'m twenty-one
And you\'re twenty.
The truth came quietly,
But it echoed for miles.
I reached you in spirit;
You only felt as breeze.
I swan in denial
Until truth pulled me ashore.
Overcoming denial,
I faced the truth.
I had dreams,
And you were a good person.
But that dream shatters,
And reality sets in.
A murder sings.
I\'m starting to see it now.
I see the truth clearly;
You\'re a bad person.
You\'re not ideal to love.
I used to love you,
But the girl I once loved died.
You are only a ghost
Of my past.
So I set you free.
The wheel always turns,
Even when we stop pushing it.
Shall you have a hard life,
So mote it be.