Your hideout.

Reasons are too many
Reasons are none

For the way you walked away
For the way you turned.

You gave me hope
And you made me sad

You kept me confused
Of whatever we had.

It is kind of good
It is kind of bad

Living with hope
With nothing in your hand.

I looked for you within
I looked for you without

There were no traces
Of your whereabout.

But I know for sure
With a hint of doubt

You are not gone for good
My dreams your hideout.