I look above me, the sky gets dark
They say its snow, but it could be rain.
As I stand, waiting for the next train
Greyish clouds are wearing your mark.
The wind blows, red leaves spin in the air,
Shaking, like the waves on your hair.
A cigarette drops on the wet concrete floor
It feels like forever, I can't wait anymore.
It gets cold, my heart beats stronger,
The breath hitching deep in my chest,
The teeth clench with shame and anger.
Your smile... I can't remember the rest.
An ice cold tear slowly slashes my eye
Dropping memories I won't see again.
Washed away as a meaningless lie,
As a childish delusion,
As a cigarette on the floor,
As a butterfly in the rain.
