Crackling lightning, rumbling thunder

I sat on the slide

Whilst you faced her.

Her face full of pride,

She started to say,

As I strained to hear,

"Be it as it may

Though it won't change, I fear.

You fit in with me

But me not with her.

I can offer you everything,

Yet she, but nothing."

And she asked you again

Whether it would be me or her.

Gray storm clouds, light drizzling

You stared at me with contempt

For her temper was fizzling

And my hair, unkempt.

You started to say

But I needn't strain to hear

"be it as it may

Though it won't change, I fear

I fit in with you

And you not with her.

You can offer me everything,

Yet she, but nothing."

You wait for my heart to break

And for my tears to fall.

Damp grass, a dazzling rainbow

I feel not a thing

As I stand in that meadow

Your friendship away I fling.

I start to say

As I watch her strain to hear.

"Be it as it may

Though it won't change, I fear.

For she fits in with you

And me not with her.

I could offer you something,

Yet I offer you nothing."

A voice in my head sighs and

To you I say goodbye.