I hear the thunder rolling as I step out of the door. Its hard to differentiate between a lie and reality anymore. I was living a lie, a lie in which you would never leave. Hoping that maybe someday you'd fall into my arms. Reality saw you being with someone else.
The rain stings these wounds.
It really does.

And even though you said you’d stay,
I had to let you slip away.
Even though you said you’d stay,
I had to let you go.