Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

should have ended way before

I haven’t washed my hair for a weak
I feel so dirty,

But the way you stared at me was so filthy,

You weren't worth it,

How I wish you hadn’t flirted.

And now it's pouring buckets and I'm standing here,

In the middle of a memory, that you burnt,

And I still have those flowers and those cards,

That were never hand written, should have known it.

You wrote the plot, I played along, shouldn’t have done it,

Maybe then I would have won this battle of two people.

Who don't know who they are,

It's a journey that ended midway,

Should have ended even before