You came to me like a thief in the night.
An icy breeze enough to cause a frostbite.
You mumbled the words you ought to say
and my fickle heart started to pray.
The man who left me for a reason
has just come back this very season.
You flew four hours or more
just to be with me for sure.
But your feeling's like the waves in the shore.
You come to me with arms wide open
and slam me with truth unspoken.
I thought you we're the one so sure.
Ironically, you aren't the one for sure.