I want to move on,
but I don't know how.
You colored my life,
with a crayola crayon.
When I was with you,
I never felt alone.
Because I knew,
that you were my own.
I loved the days,
when you were around.
I felt so high,
I never touched the ground.
But every love,
must fade away.
Ours has been fading,
for so many days.
And though I will hurt,
and though I will cry.
Nothing will hurt more,
than saying "good-bye."