Glad to have met these drops of rain
Celebrating their bitterness on my window panes
You packed your bags but I’m fine with the fact
That at least I got my one-way ticket to the blame
Yet I know nothing compares to the grace
With which you threw my heart away
And before I forget, the way you said
You loved me like the strangers you fucked yesterday
All these little one night stands
Tell nothing about your common sense
Who am I, not to give you one more try
As they were all just accidents
Ten forgotten phone calls aren’t that much of a crime
If compensated by three false excuses in line
Now I miss you like hell, but wait, did I tell
Sarcasm sounds even better when it rhymes?
Help. Want hij heet nu No Name, en dat is op zich best lelijk
Destiny is what you're supposed to do. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.
