When you were gone, the moon arrived

I was alone and in a gloom watching the city 

Didn't miss your touch or your voice,

Rather I missed the real me I used to be.

Some teenagers were making some fire on the shore.

One of them was strumming happy chords.

A couple, I saw, were kissing like it was the end of time

Smells of fish fries were in the air with itchy smokes

When you said its over, and you had to go,

I wasn't surprised. my head was heavy.

Didn't miss your touch or your voice,

Rather I missed the real me I used to be

Someone came over and greet me that eve.

I smiled back like I was chilling around.

A girl in floral shirt started singing a ballad.

She was amazed with a true love that she just found.

When you were gone, those people arived.

I was broken, but didn't look at your leaving 

Didn't miss your touch or your voice,

Rather I missed the real me I used to be.