I was happy thinking that things were fine.
Thinking that things were going to be fine.
But they weren't, and they aren't
and I cannot be blind to that any longer
He robbed me of my bubble
robbed me of my sweet ignorance
and now I feel and hurt
I feel pain and hurt pain
tears build and fall
again and again,
let them fall, let them fall
down unto the already mourning cloth
they did not fall before
they fall now
because this pain to too real,
this loss is too much
and eventually the clothes will change
and the mourning will end
but not today
no, not today