I stared out the window as the rain cascaded down,
Closing my eyes as I heard the thunder sound.
The tears seeped out and dripped down my cheeks,
Like waterfalls from my soul, they continued to leak.
I pulled my brown hair back and gazed at my reflection.
All I could see was my anguish and vile defection.
I thought, "It's all my fault. I'm the one to blame.
I'm the one who fell for his stupid little game."
As my face was mirrored off the window, lighting struck.
And I envisioned myself in the back of his old truck.
He stared down upon me with the brightest green eyes,
Held me so close and whispered the smoothest lies.
I tried to block the memories but, they played like a show.
He was playing me so well and I didn't even know.
"It's your own damn fault. You set yourself up to fall.
What did you think was going on when all those girls would call?"
I continued to stare into the eyes of my broken heart,
Blaming myself for not knowing it from the very start.
Now I'm the one who was left with the brutal goodbye.
He was just too perfect, an illusion in front of my eyes.
