Here I am left with
A memory in my mind
And a sob in my throat
And a knife in my back
And a stake in my heart
And it hurts
Especially because I know that
It's probably self-inflicted
The more I dwell on what could have been
And what actually happened
The more it causes the tears
That pour out of my eyes
Like the rain that leaks out of clouds
The more that I think of the falling rain
And how it abandons the clouds
The more your knife sinks into my back
And causes me to question
Was it ever real
Was that really true admiration
Or was it all a disguise
That hid the actual you
The more I ponder what was true
And what went wrong
The more it causes the stake
To plunge into my heart
And shatter what I thought would always be there.
