You always had different ways to tell me ‘I Love You’ in front of my parents.
You always used to found the third way to give me those tingling pecks, when my mumma was not looking.
How everything changed so much?
Wen all this came to an end?
I just want to dream again,
Like the good old times before the storm.
But I know it will never be same,
Because the day you walked away you left me torn.