The silence and tears
The salt and the sweet
The rain and the sleet
They wash away but you remain
The fresh polished slate
And new fake beginnings
Counting seconds to an ending
You can't shape or contain
Did you know it would come
The cold of his fingers
The hurt and the anger
The crumbling dreams
So you lie in darkness
Lying and waiting
Crying and hating
He's gone but you remain
Did you know it would come
The cold of his fingers
The hurt and the anger
The crumbling dreams