I sit there in the rain

No longer caring what happened

Thinking what I've done

I'm so ashamed to have said

That I loved you

That I wanted you

Here with me

And you turned your back

Forever shunning me

Replacing me with her

An empty vase

With just a single flower

Do I care?

Yes

Do I hate?

No

Am I holding it against you?

No

I know you'll come around

They always do

Especially when I'm right for you

But I'd rather it be sooner than later

Because this bench is pretty cold

And I'm pretty wet

From sitting in the rain