I gave you everything that was yours
Which you let me borrow in pity
All those slow walks in the parks
All those night talks in the lights of the city

Whispers, promises and lovesick smiles
I returned them with a empty feeling
So close, now between us is hundred miles
As I stare up at my sky-blue ceiling

Hoping you'll get all the things you gave
As the gentle breeze turns to stormy rain
The raindrops surprisingly feel so grave
As I clutch desperately on to the 'S' keychain

Which you gave to me, but I won't return