Easy on the spirit
It brings more bruises than healing
Drowning your miseries is not a good move
Just because you come here everyday
Doesn't mean her odd of showing up is greater
But yes, you will forget
how you shortchanged yourself
Of your love
But you will always remember
How she never could earn your trust
Of course, you now know
How wrong that was.

What you don't know
That day when you stood her up
The rain was incessant and non stop?
She tried so hard not to cry
She rushed outside to feel the rain
And drowned her pain
I wanted to offer my heart
But I just knew hers belongs to you.

Now you may play your life inside that glass
And suppress that sorrow inside your heart
But the truth is: she's gone and alone
In her cold and lonely tomb.

And you will never know
How much she has really loved you.