Sunday, Monday, Tuesday—I always woke up;

Woke up with tears on my eyes;

Eyes that always searching for you to come;

To--- come back to my arms once again.

I always wonder why I miss you;

Missing you so much like I’m really crazy;

Crazy for you, even though we’re far;

Far apart ‘cause we’re through.

Always, I wanna erase you from my heart;

Heart that always aching for someone that—

That broke my precious heart;

But somehow, I can’t…and I don’t know why.

I don’t know why I always call;

Call your name when I cried under the dark.

Even though I knew the FACT;

The fact that you’re gone, the fact you won’t love me anymore.