Seven silent raindrops
Dripping overhead
One for every time
I wished that I was dead.

Seven claps of thunder
Booming in the sky
One for every time
I wished that I could die.

Seven bolts of lightning
From sky unto the ground
One for every time
True love I thought I’d found.

And a hundred painful tears,
Falling on my grave
Each and every one because
She thought she had me saved.