When your'e not here
There's nothing special in the air
And my soul is floating around
When you're not here
The smell is different
And my feet can barely touch the ground
When you're not here
I see your handwriting in the sky                          
       
And I'm holding a letter in my hand
When you're not here
Even the wind cries
And my tears taste bad
When you're not here
I'm looking at the flowers
Watching how they turn blue
And you won't be here
Next summer
I won't be here too.