You have no idea how hard it is to watch you walk away knwoing your never coming back

They say every rose has its thorn;
well here's the thorn,
now wheres my rose

I Don't know whats worse
the fact you can have any girl you want
or knowing that your just rubbing it all in my face

You were my thunderstorm blocking out the light.
now that your gone
I can finally see the sun