The storm inside my heart rumbles more than the thunderstorm outside.

I danced across the rain filled road,
Thinking to myself that if I do that,
You'll eventually come back.

You told me once; when I was about to end my life,
That you'd rather silenced the people who talk **** about me than losing me,
And you told me that it'll make you sad if I'm no longer around.

Then you'd call me,
And tell me that you'll make me the happiest girl in this world.

But then whenever I re-read those memories,
Those were just made up honey coated lies.

And in the end,
You choose to be with her than me.