I look up and see a grey sky
even though the ray shines ever so bright
The clouds hang heavy
heavy with the tears of rain
Yet the showers never come
I feel sick by the heart ache
sick of being that toy
nothing more than being played
then tossed aside when you please
Yet I let it happen again and again
This beating heart bleeds
it bleeds like all the rest
blood that is red
pain that is real
Yet no one will know no one will care
Oh Oh Oh, I cry cry cry
This is goodbye
as another chapter ends
before it even began
you wrote the epilogue
Yet I know, another story begins.