Holding your umbrella over my hair
Hair so wet it looked frozen
Frozen like my heart these past days
Days have passed in numbing confusion
Confusion led to these rumors behind my back
Back to the days when we could talk about anything
Anything could have happened but this had to
To hear you say sorry would be too much to hope
Hope has been a bad angel and left
Left at my house is pieces of you
You won’t meet my eyes
Eyes open I watch your face
Face the truth and admit your mistakes
Mistakes can’t be forgiven can they
They can think what they think but I know the truth
Truth is overrated because it stings like salt on a wound
Wound aching I turn away from your fading figure
Figure it out yourself