you did things i knew you weren't serious about,
yet I let you play your cards,
knowing I would fall hard,
but I played without any doubt.

I was okay, until I wasn't.
I look at you, and then I am taken back to May.
The month, our conversations started growing.
The birds whistled slowly, knowing what was going to happen to me.

The wind blows, and you also go.
I wait for you; you will never come back.
Yet I stay waiting, knowing nothing's new.

Sorry can't fix anything when you ruin...