I was once a garden in springtime

But died in your spiteful summer.

Embracing the warmth of your light

Burnt myself, I grieved as I fight.

I choked to tears of anguish

White flag raised, you accomplished.

Desperate, naïve, pathetic

Swiftly, no longer euphoric.

The past I left, the past I once fled

Supposed forgotten, risen from the dead.

Haunting me back, haunting me in the dawn

Leave me now, so never should I mourn.