Her eyes are brown like yours and his eyes are brown like mine/
But I think your memory forgot that when you left me behind/
We used to be perfect, some sort of match/
All that went away as i felt you start to detach/
When did you lose your track, my dear/
When did you get so full of fear/
You know i was there to see you take your last breath/
Who knew all those words, in the end, would lead to your death
