Standing under the shaded tree under the full moon
Staring so hard into your teary eyes
Trying to find out what's wrong
Effort so futile
Is it me?
Did I bring those tears?
Was my questions all along
All fell on deaf ears
No response heard
All you did was shake your head
Pushing me away from you
Then, I knew what the problem was
It wasn't me.
It was you who has committed the uncommitted
It was my turn to cry.