You were warm and welcoming
I was shy and afraid
You were sunshine and rainbows
I was thunder, lightning, and rain
You were sweet and generous
I was slowly opening up
Then you slammed the door in my face and I cried
for what we had and what we never will
and I hate you for making me believe you were different
because now I know you're just like the rest;
selfish, rude, and the master of a disappearing act
