Nearly four years to the day 

since I first saw your pretty face, 

funny how life works that way.

It's like you vanished in thin air without a trace, 

left me replaying all the things you used to say,

like, "Baby, you're my favourite member of the human race" 

and that you'd always be right here to stay.

Now you've got me falling from grace,

cancelled all my colours, and you left me gray.

Stuck here missing you, addicted to the chase,

but I can't keep at these games you wanna play,

in the hopes of one day feeling your embrace.

You're still the sculptor and I am your clay.

Brighter than all the stars in outer space, 

now all that's left to do is pray,

'til I accept you're really gone and not just misplaced.