It’s dark and cold at night without lights

I find myself in deep, archaic spleen

While myriads of stars enrolled in constant spin 

I feel alone along those lightless nights

She left me no clue as why she’s gone

Of course her reason has its own right

Pretending like my still life is all right

I have to figure out on my own

I can regret of things I had to hide

It’s probably because I was in love

But scared or too shy of the above

So she was right for leaving me behind