Do you remember when you were young,
you would play in the dirt, under the sun.
You would call to your mummy, asking her to play,
She never liked to get dirty, But you always got your own way.
I know we were once in the climate of love,
but that feeling soon drifted to somewhere above.
You wanted another, and you left me for them,
I thought I was your true one, your only gem.