We met under grey skies and a black umbrella.
We both agreed that you were special and so our friendship bloomed.
You conquered hearts with my words, which I joyfully supplied.
I gave you my trust, but you lied. You lied.
You stamped all over my confidence just for my benefit
Left with too many warnings and no pride – I was bound to be a misfit.
You treated me like rubbish and thought I wouldn’t realize.
Well, better late than never – you’ll be surprised
To know, I disagree.
Wasn’t it predictable, that anything which started
With tears running down my cheeks was already doomed?