I cried for you but I smile for me.
I keep smiling through the day;
I seek positive things any single second.
I carefully trace my direction and way;
I meticulously heal these remarkable wounds.
I want you but I need me.
You might be once part of my so-called luxury,
but you would never be recognized as my necessity.
For you're representing the single word "misery"
yet no one even will die when you're not with me.
I get stained in you but I paint and color me.
As for how the candle easily dies,
you won't probably remain in my world.
I'm the pesticide, you're just the mice
you're the mistaken spelling of a word.
I forget you but I remember me.
I misplaced you and I would never ever search you.
I let you go and I would never gonna follow nor catch you.
Your presence is a faulty memory that precious time shouldn't undo.
For a disease must be prevented, and so you are;
while medicine is important, and so am I.
I lost you but I found me.