Well, it’s raining,
it’s quite fitting, don’t you think?
The rain acts as a reflection of our feelings,
a cold, bitter, harsh reality.
A dull and miserable projection of how broken we are.
Everything comes to an end,
but for some unforeseeable reason we never thought this would.
Perhaps it was just too good to be true.
Maybe that’s why it’s over,
because nothing this perfect was meant to last.
If I had known that it would amount to this,
I wouldn’t have bothered.
We started with something pure,
and we turned it into something ugly,
destroying everything we once had.
So, was it really worth it, in the end?