Dust comes up from the floor
Flying high around your feet
Looking in this room for the
Person you're supposed to meet
A dusted chair and a dusted table
You walk over there just to see
A tiny piece of paper, it reads:
I deserted you, will you desert me?
So this person will not be coming
So your hopes have been in vain
You should’ve known in this world
All there's left is hollow pain