I am the forest and you are the trees.
Now you are gone and I am empty.
No longer lush and green.
But dry and brown.
Without you I am nothing.
And the worst is the thing.
I no longer wish to see.
It’s not you but me.
I am the forest and you are the trees.
Now you are gone and I am empty.
No longer lush and green.
But dry and brown.
Without you I am nothing.
And the worst is the thing.
I no longer wish to see.
It’s not you but me.