I thought I'd be the one to end it That it wouldn't be you that'll break my heart But that nine worded text you sent me Shattered it to crumbs of glass, tore me apart.
You were the one with sweaty palms at our first meeting Your shaky voice trapped my mind But now it is me that sits here weeping The night reminding me that I was blind
You expected rejection when you confessed, Expected me to depart But it is me now comparing myself to her, the one that caught your heart
tightly within her grip as she snatched it from my loose grasp I never knew your worth until you left, until I saw you last