He left me while it was raining. As if it would magically cover up his tracks, or the sound of his footsteps walking out the door. Maybe he thought he wouldn't be able to hear my screams and cries while the thunder was booming. But he didn't know that the lightning would light up the walkway as I watched him disappear from my upstairs window.
Don't blame me for looking away; I can't afford another heartbreak.
I don't stand a chance, but I'm going to love you anyway.
You've got eyes that twinkle and a smile that crinkles, but your heart doesn't let me in.
Look, I'm going to find a way to be happy, and I'd really love to be happy with you. But if I can't be happy with you then I'll find a way to be happy without you.
I learned that when you love someone, you should treat them the way you feel because sometimes saying it isn't enough.
As they say, timing is everything.
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes, looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you? Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences like, "I love you far too much?" Does he lay awake listening to your breath; worried you smoke too many cigarettes?
If something needs doing, you just do it. Otherwise what good are you?
