And then, in the middle of our conversation we noticed that drops of rain had taken over this town, so you put on some music you loved and told me it reminded you of your childhood home, in an old town where rain always fell. The notes was classical and sweet and it was how I would picture you. Later on, and you thought I was sleeping, I found you by your piano playing a melody that made me somehow thing that everything would be okay, and I sat there with your blanket around me until you noticed my soft breathing. You told me you loved me that night, and I believed you, which made me sleep peacefully.
And now she talks about you playing piano at night for her, and how you always love to embrace her when you hug her from the back. And when I comment on the rain she talks about the color of the sky, while I only se the colors of your eyes. I thought these things were what would be shared only for the purpose of us two, but I guess you show this magic to ever girl that falls in love with you.
And after, you’ve left her with another broken heart, you start wandering around trying to find someone else that will care as much for you as she and I did. Like girls like us just comes by hand, and you can pick any you want before you leave them life dust in the window frame. And you ruined a friendship, you broke two hearts, for the love of God, isn’t that enough?
No wonder we had enough of you, and your stupid little games. Your just a boy that always needs someone else to blame.