The sweet taste of summer ending,
August to be exact.
The love we had was fading,
With only memories in the past.
With your lips on mine,
Hours feel like I just counted to nine.
Did you love me?
Was this to pass time?
I hope you feel how I feel.
This isn't a mask I can just peel.
Now, you're in rehab and caught in a case.
I don't know how to feel but you I will not chase.
