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.