It started raining and I'm still here.
Everyone left and I can't believe I am in this place,
but I'm still here.
The sound of robins and smell of white roses
will forever remind me of this regretful afternoon.
The sorrow I feel does not allow me to speak,
but the anger inside me is stronger,
and I feel the need to let you know.
I wish I could just walk away from you
like you did so many times.
I'm soaked and still standing here.
Not that you deserve it,
but I'm standing here.