Miles away from the place I call home
With people I'm familiar yet I feel alone
Signs, stores and even songs too
Each turn I take reminds of you
A curse, not blessing I think
For your face appears in each time I blink
I'd hate to see and remember you all the time
Yet one can't do anything if they're quiet as a mime
I'm cursed, with your face and memories of you
When remembered, I suddenly feel so down and blue
Yet maybe I am cursed with memories and no sin
Because I suddenly didn't want to be cured by a medicine
