Gazing at others looking so happy,
Those who seem to be filled with glee.
I sat here in this corner,
Staring at nothing, looking like a goner.
How love could torture me like this,
Seeing you filled with bliss.
I'm miserably missing you
Knowing that you wouldn't miss me too.
How come I still love you,
When you're killing me with all these scenery?
