Sitting on the train in the summer is relaxing;
Watch the sunset from there is inspiring and cosy.
But thinking about you makes a storm
In my mind; where winter has came again, throwing memories of you.
You charmed me with your blue eyes,
You fed me with your nice words,
You made me feel you were my Prince and I was your Princess.
Look where we are now; two strangers who like to play pretend.
All of a sudden I moved on and realized
I can live without you. Just like a train; passes by
With or without a goodbye
It depends on the passengers. Seems like you were a mean one.