You turn away, I stand alone in the rain,

the sweet taste of your kiss so soon turns stale,

even before the rain, your cheeks were soaked with tears,

it must be the thought of all the wasted years.



I hate to see you leave, but you need to go,

before I regain my ability to speak,

the words that I would have to say,

would only make you glad to walk away.



In all this,

all I wish

is that we could spend one moment,

let's keep on,

pretending,

it's not ending, not now.



My eyes evermore dry, I have no need for tears,

yet my pain is visible in the falling rain,

I’m drowning in the sorrows I should feel,

because now I know that none of this was real.



But still, in all this,

all I wish

is that we could spend one moment,

let's keep on,

pretending,

it's not ending, not now.



Now, I turn away but leave you a gift,

you can keep the last part of me that's alive,

my heart from my chest, on your front doorstep,

to pass by, step over, use as a mat.

The choice is yours, forevermore.