It’s hard to tell myself it’s late.
My mind is busy painting us
At our first romantic date
As we were lying on the grass.

You were so handsome, so naïve!
I loved your smile, your hazel eyes.
We laughed, I held you by the sleeve
Awaiting for the sun to rise.

You’re not the one I used to know.
Your eyes are full of black sarcasm.
The distances between us grow
Turning to a hungry chasm.

There’s so much anger in your move,
Anxiety has signed your face;
You have so many things to prove,
So many people to disgrace!

I’ve loved a man who used to shine.
You’re someone else. Who are you now?
A soul of coal with lips of wine.
You have become a beast, but how?

I dream I’ll change you back one day.
You’ll learn to love instead of hate.
And so I dream, I hope, I pray;
It’s hard to tell myself it’s late.