All I have is Gone

I know you're somewhere Somewhere far away
But I plan to trace My steps
And forget this mistake
The one I have come now

I hear the voice that call me
Waiting for My fall
Planning simply My tears
But may I hear a voice
Of one that will truly love me

I fell for a farce
Only to discover the truth
That a lie was the love
Deceiving My poor little heart
That only wanted to be mended

I wish I could make you smile
Just like the others
But each time I try
There is something that pulls off
Why does it feel this way

At first I thought this could be love
But now I've come to see it's a play
Because when the sun goes down
I hold to my bed, my lover
Wishing I had never met you

I dream of talking to the moon
Let her give ears to My grieve
To hear My cries of the midnight
I had hoped for a witness
But I know I'll remain a fool falling for you.

Inspire by talking to the moon by Bruna Mars