blame it on the rain

And so the shabby bits are beginning to annoy you,
Just as we realized that this wasn't meant to be.
Now, all we have is to move in different directions,
For growing apart was the only thing we ever did.

I'll leave you now, before you end this,
And as I withdraw from this awful scene
I'll be trying not to cry
I'll be trying not to show you
I'll be trying not to let you know how much it hurts to see
that thing I longed for so desperately
that thing we didn't get to be.

And though I leave with pain and sorrow
And though this is the shortest story
I only need to cry tonight
For tomorrow it's just oblivion,
that will be the name of the game.