Villan-elle

The cars on the street are yellow
since we went our separate ways.
I still keep thinking of my fellow.

We both ignored the bell toll,
we thought it just a phase.
The cars on the street are yellow.

To me, he was cold and callow;
himself, he was full of praise.
I still keep thinking of my fellow.

He does not treat me well, so
why should I think it a waste?
The cars on the street are yellow.

I erased his name, his cell no. ,
I cut and delete his face ...
I still keep thinking of my fellow

Does he even care? Why hell no!
I shall forget him today.
The cars on the street are yellow,
I still keep thinking of my fellow.