Sometimes late at night I sit and think about you, 
wondering why I'm all alone and what I did wrong. 
I only wish I knew, but I don't. 
I don't want to be in pain anymore. 

It's probably my fault, 
but I shouldn't blame myself, just in case. 
I hate not knowing the real reason you broke up with me 
and now, because of you, I'm trying to get by. 

I will always remember your face and smile, 
but we are through 
and I have come to realize that I was one of your games that you played. 
If only you knew how I felt that day. 

When I die, I'll be glad to see the light, because it will be bright. 
But I feel sorry for you, because all you will see is fire. 
Then you'll know what it's like to feel pain, 
because hell will be your game that they play. 

That's what your putting me through. 
It will come back to you times three. 
That's when it rains, because my love for you fades. 
My days are dark and blue. 

When it rains, it turns into a rainbow. 
I love to hear the sound of rain.
It soothes through my veins and takes away my pain. 
It's cool against my skin and it washes away all my sins. 

The angels start to cry joyful tears 
and my makeup begins to smear. 
As the rain pours from the sky, my love for you dies. 
I still love you, but not that much. 

My feelings are wilting like a dying rose 
in a garden filled with glistening white snow. 
If you only knew how much it hurt, 
but you'll never know, because you are a jerk.