| The art of losing is not hard to learn | |
| To lose, forget, and leave behind | |
| Forget one moment, never to return | |
| Surreptitiously declined. | |
| The first cut is the deepest, so they say, | |
| The anger of an anxious mind | |
| Once acquainted with this constant loss | |
| It leaves you without clues behind | |
| I lost the reason, lost the thought, lost the sense it almost got forgot the reason why to yearn; accepting to unlearn. | |
| Down, down we glide | |
| Downgrade our inner pride | |
| Down, down the spiral | |
| To our denial... | |
| A million memories quietly steal away | |
| Without us knowing they are gone | |
| All they leave us is a | |
| BLEARY sense | |
| That something totally went wrong |