On my first lost love

Tonight I waited
For you
At the bus stop

My hair wet
My clothes soaked
From head to toe

Sitting there watching people pass
There looks so cold and far
A bad nest to me
Waiting for the bus home

I hear footsteps coming
Thinking of you
Thinking that you will come
To see me one more time

I think and think
My eyes looking around
Then I remember
That you are gone

Leaving me alone
In a world of hate

Sitting here waiting for the bus
To take me to see your grave
My bag filled with the gifts
You had given me

Today as it rains
I will give you them back
Not wanting to hold on to the past
On my first lost love