I cried and you looked the other side.
I stuttered, tried to put my words in a line, but you didn’t listen.
I told you I’ll rather die, and you said you didn’t mind.
I struggled with my broken heart, and all you wanted was to be forgiven.
I asked you to stay for a little while, but you were getting too late for your ride.
All I wanted was for us to be fine, but you didn’t want to be mine.
There I stood alone in the rain, and you left again, just like every damn time.